12 comments/ 334060 views/ 68 favorites A Complete Education Ch. 01 By: fogbank When I came home from school, I found the letter on my desk. My mother had obviously placed it there. She would be down in her study now, marking papers, just as interested in the contents of the letter as him, but respectful enough to not open it. I took the letter opener and sliced along the paper, enjoying the satisfying rip that I heard all too rarely in my email-intensive life. And then unfolding of the paper, and beginning to read: "Dear Mr. Hook; We are pleased to welcome you to..." I didn't need to read further. I folded the letter up again, and put it back in the envelope. My first instinct was to call Vernon and tell him we'd be going to the same university--he had gotten his letter the week before. But even before telling him, I'd need to tell my mother. "Mom?" She had her back to me at the desk, her dark hair still tied up behind her head. She put down her pen to listen. "The letter from the University... I got in." She turned on her chair, slowly, and gave me a look over the tops of her professorial glasses. "I knew you would." She said it warmly, matter-of-factly, but I caught the tension beneath it--she was no more comfortable with the fact that our lives would be forced together any more than I was. There was nothing for it, though--Montclaire University had one of the best English programs in the country, and I would be foolish to settle for anywhere else. It's not like I would be in any of her classes, either--I had no interest in taking anything from the philosophy realm. "I guess we can carpool then, on days when our schedules are similar." "Yeah." Carpooling with my mother. It was so lame, so high-school. It slowly began to sink in, how I'd have to look over my shoulder every time I tried to flirt with a girl. "Anyway, I'm going to go phone Vernon." "Okay, and congrats, honey. Be sure to call your dad and tell him." Vernon and I made friends easily. Vernon had all the poise of a senior, casual and controlled, articulate, and sometimes outrageous. He'd lead us to midnight film showings, he'd smuggle expensive scotch into study halls, and pass it around to everyone in the hall, whether he knew them or not. He had blossomed--I hate to use that word, but it was true, he was nothing like the Vernon I remember from high-school. He attracted people to him, and I was happy to bask in his circle. He referred to me, frequently, as the brains behind the operation—any operation--because I would always quietly whisper things to him, which he would then announce to the group with a confidence I could never give my own thoughts. Billy, Karl and Oscar rounded out our group, all good guys, all sharing our general joy of the experience. And as for my mother, I never saw much of her. Our course-schedules were almost completely different through the first term, and we'd occasionally see each other during a rush through hallways, a wave across the distance of people, or occasionally I'd get her a tea and stop by her office during her break. My grades were good. I didn't have a girlfriend yet--infact I was still a virgin, but that all seemed okay, because Vernon didn't place a high priority on girls either, except as a cursory form of distraction. During the second semester, things changed in a number of ways. The first was the presence of Morag and Hannah in our circle of friends. They had been in our classes through the first semester, but for some reason they attached themselves to us. We regarded them awkwardly at first, girls who sought us out, wanted to hang out with us, but we quietly agreed that it was a good thing. "It reflects well on us, to other girls," Oscar said. "Word of mouth. They'll tell their friends what great, cool guys we are, and soon it'll get out and we'll have to beat the girls off," Vernon agreed. Nobody mentioned the fact that Hannah and Morag, were, themselves, reasonably attractive--if somewhat geeky--and apparently available, but we were all aware of it. If there were two of us guys, say, just myself and Vernon, the math would be obvious. As it was, we nobody could act on these two girls in our midst without at least three guys being left out. The second change was that I had a class with Mrs. Magunderson--Canadian literature. She took me aside during the class. "I just want to make it clear, Sean, that just because your mother is one of my best friends doesn't mean you can expect a free ride in my class." "Okay," I said. I had no idea that Ms. Magunderson and my mother knew each other. "Infact, you can probably expect that I'll be a little tougher on you than the other students. After all, Paula is so brilliant, if you have half her brains--which, given all she's said about your father, is about as much as we should hope for--you should breeze through the class." "Okay." It hardly seemed fair, but I wasn't in a position to argue. I found beautiful girls mildly intimidating. But beautiful women like Ms Magunderson terrified me out of my mind. "So I have a class with Mrs Magunderson," I announced to my mother during the drive to school--that was the other change in the second semester: our schedules were amost identical three days a week, so it made sense to carpool. I was sick of taking the buses, and my mother wasn't a fan of driving and was happy to let me take over behind the wheel. "Yes, I know." "She told me that the two of you are friends." My mom sighed. "She told me about your conversation. She said she felt bad about it, she worried she might have scared you a bit." "Oh." "Did she?" "Yeah, maybe a bit." "Yeah, she's a little bit fierce." I wanted to tell my mother what she had said about my father, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up so I left it alone. Probably nothing. We parted ways on the sidewalk between the buildings, her giving me a gentle pat on the arm. I found everyone hanging around in the foodcourt. "Hey Hook, I saw your ride this morning, pretty sweet!" Oscar called out. "Oh thanks! A cadillac my dad restored. He was big into them." "No, not the car, dude! The girl! She was smoking!" I felt my face burning as everyone else turned to Oscar for more details. All eyes on him, Oscar continued. "Yeah, she must have been like 28, at least, in a tight skirt and a suit, just smoking. Long dark hair, big dark eyes, glasses, amazing legs... What is she, a grad student?" Everyone looked back at me, waiting for the explanation. Vernon picked up on it. He nodded knowingly, and I tried to communicate telepathically, getting him to tell these people the misunderstanding, that the hottie in question was my mother. And yes, the joke would be on me, but I could live with that. But Vernon just smirked. And I couldn't tell them; too humiliating to form those words, "She's my mother." "Dude, why didn't you tell them that she was my mother?" I demanded of Vernon during our break. "Why didn't I tell them? Why didn't you tell them? She's your mother, after all." "Okay, I guess I'm going to have to swallow my pride and tell them, next time it comes up." Vernon sighed, his voice suddenly low. "You might consider not telling them." "What?" "Seriously, did you see Morag?" "What about her?" "She was fuming. I was like watching two kettles coming to a boil when Oscar was talking--you and her. I wasn't sure which was going to explore first!" "But why was Morag..." I stopped talking, slowly understanding. Vernon nodded. "Play it, dude. Just pretend you've got this hot grad-student girlfriend, and seriously, you'll have Morag by the end of the term. If that's what you want." "Yeah, I mean... You aren't interested in her, are you?" Vernon laughed. "No, I'm all about the Hannah. Which should be easy once you and Morag hook up. Seriously, they'll fall like dominos." "But why don't I just tell Morag I'm single now--" "No, you've gotta work her up a bit more." "I'm not sure about that." "Trust me on this. Remember which one of us is still a virgin." "Alright," I nodded. After Magunderson's class, we went to the food court for lunch, sharing a big pizza and a pitcher of Sleeman's Honey Brown. "So, I know Sean wasn't going to talk about it, but since the cat is out of the proverbial bag, I might as well explain." He looked at me meaningfully, and I shrugged, resigned to his plan. Instead, I watched Morag, who looked to be reading, but she poised her pencil unmovingly on the page, the mere pretense of reading. "It was a strange Mrs. Robinson thing. I don't know what she saw in him, but they've been seeing each other a couple nights a week for most of the last year. I actually get credit for introducing the two of them. She was a friend of my sister's, and was at a house-party we had last year, and I started the two of them talking because they're both big fans of Joyce. She's a grad student and teacher here, in the Philosophy program. I'm not going to say her name, it wouldn't be fair to her. But yes, she's gorgeous, and she's was married to another professor on campus here, but they're divorced now. Anyway, the reason I'm telling you this now, the reason Sean and I decided we needed to tell you, is that we need your absolute secrecy on this. She could lose her position if anyone finds out." Everyone nodded solemnly, Oscar, Billy and Karl now looking at me with a new respect. Awe, even. Myself, I was a little bit awed at the way Vernon wove this fiction together with threads of truth--my parents' divorce, my father also a professor (but at a different university), the girl at Sean's party who I had talked with about Joyce. I shook my head at Vernon, and he gave me a quick grin. Soon after, Morag quietly excused herself. I couldn't believe it, but it seemed Vernon was right about her--she was obviously unhappy about his story, and the easiest possible reason is because she had some sort of feeling for me. Magundson also turned out to not be as harsh as initially indicated. She would often single me out for an answer in class, and was quick to cut me down if I struggled at all with the answer, but also gave me ample praise when I got something right, which happened far more than the former. There were stories about her, though. That Jamima Magundson, with her coppery skin, her dark eyes, her skirts and her tight ass, she was something of a slut amongst the faculty. She had slept with everyone from the dean to the Campus. And there were rumours that she had even slept with students. When Morag and Hannah were gone, the guys would talk about Jamima, how they would take her--bent over on her desk, from behind, hard up the ass while she continued to mark papers. All the guys agreed she must be the type of woman who was into anal. And they'd speculate which, of the current students, she'd be most likely to fuck. They didn't say the obvious--that she singled me out in class more than anyone else, that there was obviously something more of a connection between myself and her. And I couldn't reply with the obvious--that she was just a friend of my mother's, since any mention of my mother could start a string of questions that would unravel the myth of my graduate lover. One night, I awoke to sounds from downstairs. I had planned to go out with the gang, but a headache had kept me from going. I felt better now. The sounds downstairs were voices. My mother's, and another voice, female, familiar... Jamima Magunderson's of course. I'd have to go down and say hello. It was too early for me to go back to sleep, and I couldn't sit up here and just ignore them. I walked down the stairs quietly. "...and he's not coming home for a while?" "No, he stays out late." "Yeah, he looks a little bleary-eyed in class sometimes." "He does okay in class though?" "Yeah, he's quiet, but he's smart enough." Well, I was stuck now. I couldn't very well make myself known without them knowing that I had heard them talking about me. But I didn't want to leave yet, I wanted to hear what Magnunderson said about me. I thought back again to the stories about her seducing her students. What if...? It was a fantasy, but one I was prepared to nurture. Or maybe she'd say that she thought I was ugly, awkward (I thought of the AWK! she'd write in margins of essays to highlight an awkward phrase) and that would settle it, too. "And his friend, Vernon," Jamima said. "Oh, don't get me started." "He's cute, too." "He propositioned me, once. Just completely out of the blue," my mother said. "Oh yeah?" "'Mrs Hook,' he said, 'I know what your position is with your husband gone and all, and I just wanted to know that if you ever need a man, feel free to call me.'" "See? A complete cutie! I'm guessing you didn't take him up on it." "No, he was a kid at the time. He's still a kid. He's my son's age." "You've fucked other guys your son's age." "I know, I know. But not as many as you." "True. You know I had three at the same time last week?" "You didn't!" "True! One of them was from the wrestling team, too. Serious, all three holes at once." "You slut." "True!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wasn't sure what they meant about my mother having guys my age. She must have meant years ago, when she was young, before she was married. But more interesting to me was this validation of the stories about Jamima Magunderson. And, she had said about Vernon, that he was cute, too. Meaning he was cute, as well as... me? Lots of information to consider. There was also the bit about Vernon propositioning my mother. Didn't suprise me. Vernon had always looked at my mother that way. "Mmmmm." That was a strange sound. I didn't know who it came from. I had to get into a place where I could see them. From the bottom of the stairs, all I could see were their vague shapes reflected in the surface of the stainless steel fridge. I looked out into the dark living room. I could crawl from my current location down behind the armchair, and then behind the couch, and from the far end of the couch, I would be able to look out from between the pillows, disguised in the darkness of the room. What was I hoping to see? It sounded, I hated to say it, almost like a kiss. My mother and Jamima kissing? I should go back upstairs, look at some web-porn and masturbate, then go to sleep. Peeping is something that I had given up when I was twelve, when I had unsuccessfully attempted to peek into the girl's shower room at summer camp, had been caught by a counsellor, and heavily reprimanded, although spared any public humiliation. It took me about ten seconds to decide. With my heart racing like I hadn't felt since that earliest experience, I flattened myself along the floor and crawled behind the couch. Slowly, I lifted my head between the pillows and looked out. First I saw only their heads. Several feet apart, simply looking at each other. Nothing suspicious there. I raised my head a little more, so that I could see their bodies. Again, nothing suspicious, just my mother in a charcoal turtleneck, Jamima in a white blouse. although, was there one more button undone on her blouse than was usual? One more undone than what I had seen in class earlier in the day? I lifted my head a little bit more. There it was! Both women had their skirts hiked up high upon their thighs, legs spread wider than would be considered appropriate, and Jemima had, nestled between her legs, a thick dark bottle--champaign, I figured from the shape of the bottle. My mother had one foot in Jemima's lap, running the arch of her foot along the smooth blackness of the champagne bottle. They remained completely motionless, except for the slow stroke of my mother's foot. The tableau was too much. I knew I would have to masturbate. I would have to take it out, right here watching my mother and my professor, behind the couch like a wanking adolescent. I couldn't see how I had any choice in the matter. Nothing in my life I had experienced came close to that. I even did a quick mental count of the porn I had on my computer. Was there anything on there as hot as this, even if I were to ignore the fact that I knew these two women and this was all going on in my own living room. I had no choice. I pulled down my zipper one notch at a time, afraid of the noise it might cause, but having it shouted down by the beating of my own heart in my ears. I took my cock out. It seems pointless to mention that it was hard. I was a nineteen year old male--it was always hard. I would have loved to have some lubricant, a handful of vasoline or baby oil. But I couldn't move now, afraid that to do so would be to break the moment. So I used my slow squeeze, a maneuver I had invented for times when I was without lubricant or when a full stroke would have been impossible. Both were true for the current moment. I was aware, also, of the incestual implications. But I quickly forced them out of my mind. It was Jamima I wanted, her lean body, her legs so long, gently squeezing together, around the bottle, and then relaxing. Now licking her lips. Looking at my mother and licking her lips, one hand dropping to the champagne bottle then, and gently stroking it. Like a cock. Like my own cock. I adjusted my stroke to match hers, caressing my finger around my own head the way that she caressed the dark width of the lip of the bottle. And then two fingers down the neck, then the hand slipping suddenly between the bottle and her body, moaning as it slipped into that void. Then my mother was moving I pulled my head down instinctually, caught by the suddenness of her movement. She stood, suddenly pulling her turtleneck over her head, dropping it to the floor and straddling Jamima, kissing her, pulling open my professor's shirt and running her hands over that lean body that I desired so much. They rocked against each other, the champagne bottle pressed between them, their lips on each other's lips, and then falling upon ears, necks, shoulders. Jamima unclasped my mother's bra, pulled it from her body, and dove into those heavy breasts, and I came. I shot myself up the underside of the couch, but I didn't stop masturbating. I couldn't stop any more than I could look away, as my mother raised herself up, and descended again, slowly. All four hands went between their thighs, guiding down. My mother threw her head back and let out a groan. I didn't need to be a geometry major to figure out exactly where the champagne bottle was positioned. Jemima pulled off her own bra, leaning forward into my mother's body. Jemima's breasts were small and firm, just as I had imagined, with those solid nipples I had stared at through layers of silk in every class. Then my mother began to rise up. "Come and fuck me on the couch." Oh shit. I ducked down, lying flat on my back. I prayed for them to change their mind, go up to the bedroom. "What if we make a mess on it?" "What if we do?" my mother said, her voice now terrifyingly close to me now. "Won't Sean be suspicious if it smells like pussy and champagne?" "He wouldn't know what a pussy smells like." I was suddenly indignant, my own mother seemingly mocking my virginity. At least now I had something to be angry about if I was discovered. "Maybe I should change that," Jemima's voice was seductive, coming closer. My mother's voice angry in response: "Don't you dare. I know what a thrill it would be to have two generations of the same family, but I'm not going to do that. I'm not your freakshow." "Oh, love! I was kidding, I wouldn't!" Jemima's voice sudden, apologetic. And then the gentle pulling sound of kisses, the sound coming to me now through the couch, as they sink down upon it. They were quiet for a while, and I wondered if it's over. My hand was sore from masturbating, and I wasn't sure if I should try to pull off another one here or wait until later and go upstairs. There was Jemima's subtle suggestion that she could seduce me--that would be reason enough to masturbate. Had they fallen asleep? But no, there's the sound of movement again, and a sharp squeal from Jemima. A Complete Education Ch. 01 "You like that, you slut?" "Yeah, you know I'm your slut, Paula. Use your-- Oh, god!" Suddenly Jemima's leg was above me, hooked over the back of the couch, the elegant calf down to the toe, all tense and sinewed. Good lord. So close I could reach out and touch it. So close that by raising my head up a bit I could lick it. I began frantically stroking myself again, fixated on the minute tensions of her ankle. "Nobody does me like you, no man and no woman." My mother gives a muffled moan in reply. Suddenly Jemima was tensing, and her leg kicked out, into the air. A yelp, an indescribable sound--unlike any sound I've heard from my abundent collection of web porn. "Oh shit." It's a curse of satisfaction, and then more kissing sounds. "And how about you?" "The bottle, like this," my mother said. And then, just as Jemima's lean leg had appeared above me, now my mother's hands appeared. Splayed out at first, the fingers tighten, her manicured fingernails digging into the brown flesh of the couch. She grunted loudly, slowly, a prolonged delight, and it sound from her voice that her head is just beyond the lip of the couch, her voice coming straight down at me. I tried to imagine the scene in my mind, starting with her fingers and extrapolating outward, her elbows pressed upon the back padding, knees on the edge of the couch, bent over deeply at the waist, her ass upturned toward the bottle in Jemima's hands, the bottle gently working its way between the lips of my mother's pussy. Jemima lovingly stroking my mother's back, then gathering her hair in one hand, and pulling at it. My mother gasps back. "That's it, Jem! Deep, honey!" I imagined reaching up, touching my mother's hand, and she gripped my wrist tightly, knowing all along, squeezing me, including me in her beautiful, arcing orgasm. Instead I cup my hand over my cock as I cum, and use my mother's screams to muffle the sound of my zipper closing up. They went quiet again, gentle kisses on the couch. There's not much I can do, so I wait. And wake up, wondering if it was a dream. But I was still behind the couch, and there's my cum dried upon my hand and there on the couch. And sitting up, there were my mother's fingernail marks in the leather. Were they still there? Are Jemima and my mother still lying together on the couch? I stop breathing, listening for their own breaths. But I heard the sound of my mother's snoring coming to me from upstairs. She always snores after a night of drinking. I stand up. There were no other signs of the debauchery. Clothes had been picked up, furniture has been straightened. I have a sudden, terrifying thought--what if they discovered me when cleaning. The scene plays through in my mind: "Paula, have you seen my hair clip?" "I flung it somewhere, I think. Check behind the couch." "Oh god." "Did you find it?" "Paula, you need to come have a look at this." "Oh god." "Do you think he saw us?" "How could he not?" "Should we wake him?" "No, I can't deal with it now. I'll talk with him in the morning." I would have to wait until the morning to see--nothing to be done about it now. I went to the kitchen, and took a handful of Cheerios, eating them one at a time. There was the bottle. The champagne bottle, still half full. I popped the rest of the Cheerios into my mouth and drew close to it, cautious. I reached out and touched it's long, slender neck. Sticky. I picked it up, and brought it to my nose. Tangy, pungent. And the sweetness of the champagne in the back of the scent. So little Sean didn't know what pussy and champagne smelled like. I tilted the bottle back, took a big swig, and slammed the bottle back down on the counter. Bullshit. A Complete Education Ch. 02 Nothing changed after that night. Ms Magunderson was still terse with me in class, challenging me more than any of the other students. My mother and I still carpooled; and I tried not to treat her any differently, give away what I saw. But in my efforts to remain casual, I began to over-analyze. I would find myself unsure whether I should look into her eyes as I spoke to her, or look away. I wanted to treat her the same as always, as though I had never seen her ride that champagne bottle as though it were a cock, as though I had never heard Ms Magunderson make her cum. But I couldn't remember whether I would have looked at her before or look away. And so I was like a socially backward being, completely relearning all the ways in which two people—two family members—are supposed to behave to one another. I tried not to think about it, but the more I tried not to, the more I did. Two weeks later, I sat in the car, riding to the university, watching the where the edge of her grey skirt was pulled tight against her thigh, and I watched that long leg work the gas and brake. It was the same gentle gesture she had used with the champagne bottle. I kept telling myself it was Ms Magunderson I was attracted to, it was because of her that I spent every night remembering that evening as I masturbated. But as I sat in the car, trying not to watch her creamy white thigh and attempting to keep my erection hidden but comfortable, I had to admit that I was sexually attracted to my mother. Sexually obsessed with her. But her world was so different from mine, even though we lived in the same house. She was a divorcee with lovers, with a career, with a keen knowledge of how to get what she wanted. I was a virgin freshman who could barely hold his own life together. She pulled up by the student centre to drop me off, and leaned over to give me a little peck on the cheek, as she often did. "Have a good day, son." "Thanks mom, you too." I got out of the car, turning away quickly and dropping my backback down to hide the crotch of my pants. I watched her drive off towards faculty parking. "So that's your grad student lover?" I turned around Morag was there, voluptuous in a red skirt and white t-shirt. "Hey, how are you doing?" I asked, not wanting to address the imbroglio of a lie that Vernon had concocted for me to win Morag. The lie basically consisted of building upon a rumour that I had an older lover, a teacher from the philosophy department. Vernon's idea was that it would work up feelings of jealousy in Morag. Vernon understood women more than me, so I went along with it. But I could already see problems ahead. "Late night last night?" she asked. "I'd rather not talk about it." "Trouble in paradise?" "Let's just say that Vernon was making more out of this than there really is." "Oh. Anything you need to talk about?" "I'd rather not." "Okay," Morag shrugged nonchalantly. "See you at lunch?" "Yeah," I said, giving a little wave as we parted ways and headed off to our classes. The seven of us met in the cafeteria at lunch, and as usual I had to fend off questions about my older lover from Oscar, Karl and Billy. Vernon was no help, he and Hannah mostly looked at each other and whispered and giggled. But Morag didn't look as pissed off as usual. Maybe the fact that I had hinted that things weren't that great with my lover had encouraged her. I hated the whole lie. I wanted to tell everyone the truth, blame it all on Vernon, but I couldn't. But I must have raised my voice, because everyone suddenly went silent. I looked at Morag and she looked back at me sympathetically. She was beautiful. Perhaps a little on the chubby side, but such breasts! Right now I just wanted to hide from everything and curl up between them. Conversations started up at either end of the table, and I found myself and Morag momentarily alone. I swallowed hard, then spoke. "What are you doing after school?" She looked genuinely surprised and pleased by the question. "Nothing." "I've got some errands to do, but maybe we could hang out later?" "Yeah, I'd like that. I can come with you when you do your errands." All afternoon I was on a high. I didn't think about my mother or Ms Magunderson, just about Morag, her pretty face, her curly dark hair, and her big, sexy curves. Part of me wondered if she was too chubby. I mean, she wasn't the sort of woman you see in playboy. But then, she turned me on, so that should be enough. She met me after school, and we walked to the bus-stop. "I've got to stop by and drop off some mail for my father." The bus pulled up and we got on. It was pretty full, so we ended up standing near the back. "Your parents are divorced, right?" "Yeah, but every now and then we still get some mail for him." "Is it hard, having divorced parents?" "It was at first, but they were really good about it, they were very conscious of what I was going through. My dad teaches English over at JFU." "Not Edgar Hook?" "Yeah, you know of him?" "Yeah, I took a first-year class with him last year, before I transferred here. Wow. I never put it together that he was your dad." "He's a good guy, but I don't see much of him now. I live with my mother. I know it's pretty lame, still living at home while going to college." "No, I did the same last year. I saved up for an apartment—or at least half of an apartment this year." "You've got a roommate?" "Yeah, this goth friend of mine who's taking criminology. Wow, I can't believe you're Professor Hook's kid. You look like him, though." We arrived at the university, and went to the humanities building. "I'm going to wait down here, if that's all right," Morag said. "You don't want to come up and see him?" "No, that's fine." "Okay." I went up the elevator on my own to the third floor. "Hello, Sean." It was Sandra, the department secretary. "Is my dad in?" "He's with a student." "Okay, I'll wait," I said, sitting down in one of the chairs. I debated just dropping the letters off, but I knew the dutiful thing was to stick around and say hello to him. It didn't take long. After a couple minutes, a rail-thin girl with an untucked shirt and short skirt came down the hall. She walked past me with a glazed look in her eyes, then a moment later my dad came down the hall. "Seanie-boy, good to see you." "Hi Dad." "Got a few minutes? Come into my office." I followed him down the hallway, and turned into the tiny window office that overlooked a football field. The room smelled of marijuana. "Negotiating some marks?" I asked him. "You know how it is." I did indeed. It was my dad's appetite for his students that ended up ruining my parents marriage. "She failed her last exam, and she was wanting to get a do-over." "Right." "So how's life? How's your mother?" "You know, same as usual." "How about you? Any girls?" "Yeah," I said, about to tell him about Morag. But I remembered her reluctance to come up here, and it occurred to me that maybe she was another one of these young women that my father had negotiated grades with. If that was the case, I didn't want to know. "Tell me about her." "Just a girl from school. She's nice." "Is she cute?" "Yeah." "Bring her by some time, I'd like to meet her." "Right. I should be going. Here's your mail." I found Morag downstairs and we got back on the bus. This one was emptier, and so we sat down in a seat near the back. Maybe I should have tried to find out if my dad had screwed her, because now I was unable to think about anything else. "My dad," I started, not sure where I was going with the conversation, "how much did you know about him?" "A bit." "He broke up my parents' marriage because he was always sleeping with his students." "Oh. You know about that." "Yeah. Wait, you mean you know about that?" I said, already suspecting she knew exactly what my dad was like. She looked away from me, and then back. "I didn't want to tell you before, because I didn't want to upset you." "Oh, I don't get upset," I said, trying to remain calm as blood boiled up inside of me. "Last year, when I was in his class, I got an F. Me and my friend, Chelsea. He took us into his office and told us that he'd give us a passing grade if we had sex with him. If we both did it together, we'd get guaranteed A's for the rest of the term." I didn't say anything. My sense of hate was moving from my father to Morag. "I didn't want to, but Chelsea did. So I went and called the academic VP of the students association, who's supposed to intervene. But she wouldn't do anything. I did some digging, and it turns out she had a class with him two years earlier. So maybe your father's blackmailing her." But I was barely listening to her now, filled with relief. She hadn't had sex with my dad. Everything was right with the world again. "I didn't want to upset you, but I think your father is a totally corrupt man. Why are you laughing?" "I'm just so relieved. I thought you were going to say that you had sex with my father." "No, I wouldn't. I'm a virgin. But Chelsea, she got pregnant by him." "What?" "Yeah, he's the only guy she slept with last year, so she's sure it's his." "I have a sibling, then? What is it, a boy or a girl?" "She's hasn't had it yet, she's at eight months." "Wow." "At least he's supporting her, giving her a few hundred dollars every month to keep quiet. Anyway, I'm sorry to have to tell you all this." "No, I'm glad that you did." "You know what's crazy?" "What?" "I liked your dad, prior to that. I had fantasies about him. If he had propositioned me like a normal adult instead of trying to get me to whore myself out for grades, I might have said yes." She was looking at me now, talking softly. Her eyes were watching my lips as she spoke, and I found myself watching her thick red lips. "And maybe that upsets you, but it shouldn't because you're a lot like him, and I'm attracted to you just like I was to him. Moreso, even, because you're honest and not manipulative." We kissed, there at the back of the number forty bus. I'm embarrassed to say that it was my first real kiss, my first kiss that held an undertone of sex. But I felt such a sense of relief as soon as it happened: relief that I wouldn't end up like the guy in the Tragically Hip song. Then I forgot all about that, about it being my first kiss, as I learned how to respond to her tongue with my own, as I learned to breath through my nose so that I could simply keep my lips against hers for the rest of the bus ride. "Listen," she said at last. "My stop is coming up. If you want to come back to my place tonight, you're welcome to. I know you've got your sexy older woman, so this can just be our little secret if you want. I'll leave it up to you with how far we go and how much it means." I nodded, and followed her off the bus. We walked, hand in hand to her apartment, and then in. Again, I tried to think of how to tell her that there was no older woman, but I didn't want to ruin this moment. She wanted to have sex with me, and I was going to go as far as I could with her. We got inside her apartment, and everything became suddenly awkward. She was a virgin, and so was I, but she must have assumed that I wasn't. She must have been waiting for me to take the lead. She moved to the kitchen. "Chelsea's not home yet. We have the place to ourselves." "Wait, Chelsea is your roommate? The mother of my half-brother?" "Didn't I tell you that?" "You told me your roommate was a goth who was taking Criminology." "Yeah, that's Chelsea. You're right, I guess I didn't tell you. Listen, this whole night has been so weird. If you want to just call it a night—" "No," I quickly interrupted, and she looked up, surprised. "It has been a weird night, but I've really enjoyed being with you. Kissing you. I'd like to do some more." Morag moved close to me, put her hands on my waist, and turned her head up as though to look at me, but with her eyes closed. I kissed her again, put my arms around her, and pulled her close enough that I could feel her breasts against my chest. We stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the hallway, and kissed until my legs were weak. I let my hands explore more, up and down her back, enjoying, in particular, the curve of her backside just above her ass. I slid my hands down carefully. Even though she had made it clear that I could go as far as I wanted, I listened for some sign of disapproval. But her hands did the same as mine, sliding down over my ass, cupping the cheeks, and pulling me against her. Then she broke off the kiss suddenly, and turned from me. At first I thought I had done something wrong, but as she walked slowly away, she looked back at me over her shoulder, her lips just parted and her eyes smoldering. Maybe she was a virgin, but she knew what she was doing. She pulled her shirt up over her head, and let it fall on the floor, then reached up inside her skirt and pulled her panties down, letting slide down her ankles. She stepped out of them, and looked back once more, before disappearing into the bedroom. I followed, of course. I wanted to be as sexy, but I had no idea. Should I do a little strip-tease? Or should I let her undress me? I got to the doorframe, and watched as she proceeded to adjust the room, smoothing out her bedsheets, draping a blue sheet over the bedside lamp to dull the glare. I stood in the doorframe, and unbuttoned, my shirt. She sat down on the bed and watched, grinning. I pulled off my belt, and she beckoned for me to come to the bed, swinging her legs around to sit on the edge, facing me. "I've been wanting you for so long," Morag moaned unbuttoning my fly. My body trembled as she reached her hand inside my boxer shorts. The first time a hand other than my own grasped my solid erection. She pulled it out and dropped her mouth down upon it. "Oh, god!" I moaned out as she slurped at my cock. "You like that?" she whispered between mouthfuls. "For a virgin, you're really good at it." "Well, I've done this a few times before. But never with one so big. Massive." She opened her mouth wide and took it down in her mouth. "God," I moaned again. "Have you got any condoms with you?" "No," I said. "I had no idea my day was going to end like this." "I think there's some in Chelsea's room. If you want to go all the way, I can go get one." "Yeah, do that." In a flash, Morag left the room, then returned with a packaged condom in her hand. She knelt down in front of me, tore the package open with her teeth, and began rolling the condom over the tip. I closed my eyes in anticipation. My first kiss and my first fuck on the same night. "Do you need a bigger size?" "Sorry?" "It's not fitting over the head," Morag said. I looked down to where she was still struggling with the condom. "Oh, I guess so." I had never tried putting one on before, so I had no idea what size I needed, or even that they came in different sizes. "You want to fuck my tits instead?" Morag asked, unclasping her bra and laying back on her bed. I nodded, and climbed on top of her, first wanting to touch them, those melonous tits. I slid my hands up over her torso, cupped her breasts, and dove in, sucking and kissing them. I buried my head in the warmth of her cleavage, massaging the breasts on either side of my head. Then I sat up, straddled her, and she took my cock in her hands, laying it between her breasts. "There's some oil in the bedside table," she said. I reached across and pulled open the drawer. There was a bottle of sesame oil, along with a jar of Vaseline and a shiny pink dildo. "Nice toy," I remarked. "A girl's gotta keep herself busy," she replied. "Not as nice as this, though." I poured some oil onto her tits, and she rubbed her hands over them, then wrapped her oily fingers around my cock. I put my hands on her breasts, massaging them together. Then I slipped my cock between them. "Mmm, that's it," she moaned. I slipped in and out of her cleavage, her tits so warm and smooth, and she cupped her hands over them, rocking back and forth under me. "Oh Morag, I'm going to cum soon," I said, disappointed that I wouldn't have more stamina. It felt so good, though, I just couldn't hold back. "That's it, cum all over my tits." I did, my body spasming with a powerful orgasm. I looked down to see my ejaculate spilling out all over her neck, her bust, her tits. "Oh that's it, shoot it all out," Morag whispered. She ran her hands over her breasts, coating herself with my cum. "I'm all sticky now!" I just moaned in response, speechless at her salacious show beneath me. She looked down at her tits, then leaned forward, pulling her breast up to her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nipple. "Mmm, I'm all salty too!" I lay down beside her. "I really want to lose my virginity with you," she said. Not tonight, but soon. If you want me to, I mean, if it's something you want to do a lot, I don't mind going on birth control." I was still breathless. "I'd like that." "Me too." I awoke in darkness, and it took me a moment to remember where I was. I got up, and wandered down the hall, looking for the bathroom. One of the doors was cracked open, with a light beyond. I tiptoed to the door and looked through the crack. There was Chelsea. She was very goth, very pregnant, and very naked. She knelt on her bed, lit by candle-light. Her back was covered with a big tattoo, a solid block of writing. More tattoos on her arm and legs. One of her hands was stroking her wide, swollen belly. So that was my father's child in there. She looked down over her body, and I wondered if she was ready for this. Did she hate what was happening to her? Did she hate my dad for what he had done to her? Her hand slipped down beneath her belly, and she gasped as she touched herself. Then her hand wandered back up her body, to her full, milky breasts. I could feel my cock hardening. I reached down and gripped it. Then she repositioned herself, lying on her side, her back to the door, one of her legs elevated. She stroked herself gently. She was humming something, a lullaby, as she slipped her other hand down between her legs. It was perverse; it was erotic. I watched her fingers disappear inside her quim, and then she pulled a blanket up over her naked form as if she intended to sleep just like that, her fingers inside herself. I wanted to masturbate, but now that I had a lover, in the form of the beautiful and talented Morag, masturbation seemed like such a waste of my cum. I continued quietly along the hallway, found the washroom, then returned to bed, where Morag slid up against my back, slipped her hand down, found my cock, and quietly masturbated me. I closed my eyes, imagining Morag's breasts. I imagined Chelsea's swollen belly. I imagined the lips of the girl who came out of my dad's office. I imagined Ms Magunderson's ass. And I imagined my mother's long legs. Would she notice that I wasn't home tonight? Would she worry? I was thinking of my mom when I came, her hand pressed between her squirming thighs. In the darkness I could hear Morag, noisily licking my cum off her fingers. I awoke to sunlight streaming through the window. Morag was gone from the bed, but I could hear her and Chelsea talking in the kitchen. I rose, put on my clothes, stopped at the bathroom to give myself a once-over, then went to the kitchen. Morag and Chelsea were sitting at the table in their housecoats, the latter reading a newspaper, the former eating a bowl of cereal. "Hey, you're up," Morag said to me. "Chelsea, this is Sean. Sean, Chelsea." "Hi there," I said, wondering if Morag had explained who I was. A Complete Education Ch. 02 (Thanks to the readers for the supportive comments. This is Chapter 2 of "A Complete Education." In this Chapter, Mary is our narrator. She sees things a bit differently from Jimmy. I recommend you read A Complete Education to get a feel for each of our young voyagers. But, here is the briefest of summaries. Jimmy and Peter are roommates. Mary is sleeping with Peter. Mary and Jimmy are also attracted to each other and have taken some baby steps in a relationship. Mary's roommate is Kelsey. Mary, Kelsey and Peter have shared a moment. Then, there's Anna, an art major and occasional lover of Mary. Sounds confusing but it makes some sense if you read the first part.) * Since the night Jimmy came to my room to model for me, all my relationships are becoming super-charged. I know sex is a powerful force, but Wow! After my encounter with Jimmy, I talked with Peter. I only summarized what happened with Jimmy and Kelsey. He was taken aback at first, but a night of exquisite screwing helped overcome any doubts of my affections for him. I told him that I want to keep moving forward with both him and Jimmy. He promised to try to be as open as he could. It's now about a week later and I'm lying in my bed, books and laptop scattered about, but no thoughts of schoolwork are clouding my mind. My roommate, Kelsey, is fresh from a shower and walking about naked. She has a wicked body and I am enjoying the movement of her around our room. Her large breasts bounce and sway with every movement. She catches my eye and winks. I flush and smile back. Kelsey asks as she towels her hair, "Do you want to talk about last week?" With my beatific smile I answer, "Why? Was there something unusual about last week?" She flings a pillow at me and says, "I guess not. I mean doesn't every college girl come back to her room to find a well hung guy with a rocket boner, watch the guy jerk off, let him squirt all over her tits, have her roommate lick her tits and then she strips naked in front of both of them. Nah, nothing to talk about here." We both laugh. "Ok, Kelsey, what part do you want to talk about? How about that I licked your boobs clean or that you wanted me to do that?" Kelsey dropped her towel and reflexively cupped her large breasts and pushed them together, pulling on her nipples. Her hands could not contain the bounty. Kelsey loved her breasts and loved touching them, often if I recall. "Mary, I don't understand what's going on. Yes, I let you do it and yes, I wanted you to do it. Shit, right now my nipples are like rocks just thinking about how sexy your lips felt on my boob. Am I becoming a lez?" I got up and guided Kelsey to her bed. We lay down next to each other and she rested her head on my chest. "Kels, I don't like classifications. They really are meaningless. I know you like guys. Hell, I sketched you fucking a guy and you were enjoying the hell out of it. I like screwing Peter. I like it a lot. I'm hoping to be able to go to bed with Jimmy." Kelsey cuddled closer and draped a naked thigh over my leg. I was dressed only in a long t-shirt and the warmth of her leg felt good against mine. "You know that I've had sex with Anna. I told you all about it, even some graphic details, as I recall, upon your insistence on hearing them. You told me you never had sex with a girl. But now, you've had a small sample and you're curious. You think something must be wrong with you because you enjoyed having me lick your tits. See, that's what's so fucked up." Kelsey hugged me tightly. "Kels, sex is good. Sex is fun. Sex renews us. God, there is nothing like a great orgasm to restore you. To clean out your mind. It's way better than drugs or drink. What difference does it make if you get the orgasm by yourself, with a guy or with a girl? Really, what difference does it make?" Kelsey spoke softly. "But, isn't it like unnatural or something for girls to be attracted to girls? I don't want to be labeled a dyke or something." "See, that's just it. Why the need for labels. Kelsey, I consider myself a normal person and a good person. But, I like sex—a lot. If I find a girl attractive, I might like to enjoy physical contact with her. I want to touch her and have her touch me. It's sex. It's just that simple." Kelsey nodded against my chest and asked, "But, wouldn't you want to get married and have kids. Lead, you know, a normal life." "Hell, I guess so, if I knew what normal is. I love guy sex, too. I probably would want to get married and start a family, but not now. Now, I'm having fun exploring. God, I just want to find out all the fun things to do with guys and girls. I'm not trying to convert you or anyone to have same gender sex. I'm just doing it because it feels so fucking good. And, it's fun." Kelsey raised her head, "Mary, will you kiss me?" I smiled, stroked her cheek and lowered my lips to hers. At first, her lips were hard and pressed tightly together. I did not aggressively kiss her, but lightly brushed her lips with mine and then kissed around her mouth. Caressing her closed eyes, I slowly covered her nose with kisses. I brought my tongue to her lips and outlined their shape. She softened a bit. I kissed her full on the mouth and she parted her lips. I inserted the tip of my tongue between them and felt her teeth. Slowly I felt an opening and then was inside her mouth. I sought her tongue and teased it with mine. She finally began to respond and soon we were exchanging our tongues, exploring each other's mouths. "That's nice, Mary. Real nice. Guys do it too hard." I murmured my agreement and pulled her on top of me. I spread my legs and her lower body settled in between them. As we continued to kiss, I ran my hands up and down her back, enjoying the feel of her naked skin and letting my hands play with her pear-shaped butt. She ground in response. "Take my shirt off, Kels." She got up and slipped the cotton up my body and over my head, then lay back down on top of me, bare flesh to bare flesh. I felt her huge breasts pressing against mine, her nipples digging in. We rolled over on our sides. I moved my leg in between hers and softly rubbed her crotch with my thigh. She sharply took in breath and then let out a soft moan. I moved a hand to her breast and rubbed and fondled it. She closed her eyes as I moved my mouth to the large areola and prominent nipple. I licked it, then covered it with my mouth and pulled the nipple with my teeth. Kelsey responded by pushing her pussy hard against my thigh. I rolled her onto her back and lay on top. I kept my leg moving between hers and began caressing her other breast. After teasing both nipples to a rigid redness, I kissed my way to her navel. She grabbed my head to prevent any farther descent. I removed my leg from between hers and placed my hand on her sex lips. She groaned, but kept my head trapped between her hands. Slowly, I rubbed her lips, feeling the dampness and letting my finger slid up and down on her warm slit. My thumb brushed her clit under the folds of her lips. I kept brushing it until I felt it emerge from its safe refuge, large against my thumb. I rubbed back and forth, evoking moans from Kelsey. She kept her death grip on my head until I slid two fingers inside her and began pumping. She released my head and grabbed her tits, pulling the nipples out and smashing them back in. I moved quickly until I was facing the swollen beauty between her spread legs. Her clit was engorged and totally exposed. I tongued it, smiled at the growl from Kelsey, and then took the center of her sexuality into my mouth. I sucked her clit, played it with my tongue and bit down on it ever so softly, all the while pumping my fingers in and out. Kelsey cried out and I sucked harder on her clit, my face and chin now covered with the sweet secretions freely flowing from her. I stopped pumping and let my fingers roam the soft and wet inside of her until I was sure I felt the special bundle of nerves buried there. I sucked hard on her clit and tickled the g-spot. Kelsey lifted her hips in response, used her hands to shove my face hard against her pussy, and clenched her thighs tight around my head. I did not let up at her first climax, feeling her vagina contract on my fingers, I sucked and prodded until her second wave hit and she cried out loud. I next rammed three fingers inside and sucked hard on her clit. Kelsey bucked hard, squirmed back and forth and I felt a warm rush of liquid pump out of her. She collapsed back on the bed. I moved away, discreetly wiping my mouth and hand on the sheets and moved up to take her in my arms. She crushed me in her embrace and I saw tears on her cheeks. I licked the salty drops and placed tiny kisses on her eyelids. She raised her head, opened her eyes and said, "Thank you." I kissed her lips, wondering if she were ready to taste what remained of her orgasm. She kissed back and did not seem to mind the smell of sex or the lingering taste. "Mary, I have never come like that. It's so freakin' amazing. Thank you, thank you." I kissed her softly and she rolled over to face the wall. I crept out of her bed and covered with a sheet. She slept soundly. In the early morning, I rose and finished up some of the work I neglected the night before. I was sitting nude on my bed typing on my laptop. "You look beautiful, Mary," I looked over to Kelsey. The sheets were below her magnificent breasts and my tummy flipped at their beauty. "Ok?" I asked. "Very," she responded with a smile. We got ready for classes and went our separate ways. I called Peter during the day, catching him between classes. He had left me several voice mails and wanted to see me. "Hey, babe, what's up?" He immediately started asking me for more details about what happened between Jimmy and me. I was surprised that Jimmy didn't fill him in. "He just said that the two of you did not screw, like we agreed," said Peter. "But, he wouldn't tell me anything. He said that you should tell me or the three of us do it together." "Ooh, the three of us together, I like that, babe," I teased. "Come on, Mary. I miss you, when are we getting together?" "Soon, but not today. I'll call you tomorrow. Ok? And, Peter, I told you what happened." "Well, it sounded like there might be more." I reassured him that our relationship was solid. Reluctantly Peter agreed and we hung up. I sat there thinking if it was love or lust between us. I figured it didn't matter since it was so much fun. Later that evening Kelsey and I were back in our room, sitting on our own beds looking at each other. "So, what now?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "Do we like fuck each other every night, or what?" I laughed and saw the hurt reaction to my laughter in her eyes. I crossed over and pulled her to me. "Kelsey, I'm not laughing at you, honest. I'm just amazed that this happened between us. I loved last night. Loved it. And, I want more, actually, I want a lot more. But, honey, I also want Peter. I want Jimmy. I want Anna. And who knows who else. Can you handle all that?" Kelsey was silent for a long time. "Well, does that mean I get to keep fucking Jason?" "Ah, Jason of the large, make that V-E-RY large dick. Yeah, I say if that's what you want, absolutely. But, Kelsey, just so we have no questions. I know that time I sketched you and Jason screwing, you let him inside without a condom. That was stupid, sweetie. So, I need you to promise you will not let a dick inside you without a condom. It's for your protection and for mine. Deal?" "Deal." "So, when do we get to do it again?" asked Kelsey. "You have a lot to teach me." "How about soon? I got my period this week, so I am taking a little time off. I should be fine by Thanksgiving, but we will be apart. But, soon, I promise." "Going to hold you to it," she said as she kissed me. The next couple days were totally devoted to class work. I had some catching up to do and made the most of my time. Peter and I spoke every day and I told him I'd see him before the Thanksgiving break. I was a bit surprised I hadn't heard from Jimmy. I asked Peter if Jimmy was around. He said he was pulling all-nighters in the library trying to finish a major paper before Thanksgiving. Peter explained that he was about to finish a lab project due tomorrow, before the long weekend began. "Reminds me, Peter, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" "Going to my grandparents in Rhode Island," he said. "It's sort of a family tradition. My parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins all go there. The family has like three houses on the beach and we just hang out. I know it sounds nerdy, but I like it a lot." "Not nerdy, Peter," I reassured him. "Sounds cool. Are there any hot cousins that can help you make the time go by fast?" He laughed out loud. "God, my girl cousins are bigger nerds than I am. I bet neither one of them has ever gotten laid." "Hey, you're a nerd and you've gotten laid, a lot may I add. Maybe, you can't judge them by what you've always seen on the outside. Keep your mind open and maybe something exciting will happen." "Doubt it." We chatted some more and then hung up. Immediately my phone buzzed. I recognized Anna's number and answered. "Hi! Are you up for some naked modeling?" she said right off. "Hell-o to you, too." "Sorry, it's just that I just fell into the possibility of some studio time and wanted to scoop it up. You know it's rare to get a good studio. This means I don't have to work in my bedroom or some smelly basement storage room with shitty lighting and bad karma, or at, well, you know her apartment. So, are you in?" "When and can I bring a friend?" "Tonight, after seven and who's the friend?" "Not sure, got a couple possibilities." "Male or female?" "Open question," I said. "Well, it doesn't matter to me, and sure I'd love to draw two nudes as opposed to one. See you in Studio 4 at seven." She clicked off. "Hmm," I thought, "I wonder if Jimmy is free tonight." Since Peter said he was going to be tied up and sounds like Jimmy was finished with his paper, I thought this might be a pleasant next step in our journey. He wanted to see me nude and nude I will be. I also thought about asking Kelsey, but my damp panties brought me back to considering posing with Jimmy. I rang him. "Hear you've been bustin' it." "True dat," he said with a pitiful rapper imitation. "But I got the fucker cracked and am just about to email my masterpiece to the prof. Actually, I think this is pretty good shit, but maybe my brain is just too fried to tell the difference." "Got just the thing to take your mind off Shakespeare." "Spenser, actually," he said. "Whatever. Do you want to hear my cure for the Crammin' Blues?" "Definitely, as long as there's beer involved," he said laughing. "Not sure about the beer, but how about a naked girl?" "Naked, as in unclothed?" "As in all three B's," I said. "Huh?" "Boobs, butt and bush, dummy." "Well, yes I think you have pricked my interest, to coin a phrase. And, who is this denuded damsel might I inquire?" "Who do you want to see naked the most?" I teased. "Actually, it's 'whom' and the whom is you." "Lucky day then, dude." There was no smart comeback from Jimmy. Just silence. "Hell-o? Anyone there," I called. "Sorry, my dick knocked the phone out of my hand," he said. I laughed and he joined in. "So, really, what's the deal?" "Deal is Anna scored some primo studio time and wants to make lewd images of my luscious naked bod. I asked if I could bring a friend and she is all eyes, so to speak." "Do I get to look?" "Oh yeah, look and drool, babe. And, you get to pose all nakedy with me." "When and where?" I gave him the time and directions. He agreed. I asked him not to tell Peter, that I would do it. I grabbed a quick ptomaine salad at the dining hall and made it to my dorm by six. Kelsey was working at her desk. I shouted hi, stripped, wrapped a towel around me and headed to the shower. I made the necessary attention to my sanitary needs and felt confident all would be well with my monthly flow until I came home later. Besides I always carried supplies in my bag. I stormed back in the room and was drying myself and looking in our full length mirror. "Shit," I uttered. "What?" asked Kelsey. "Shoulda' trimmed the ol' bush in the shower." I examined the dark stubble that surrounded the neat triangle I favored. Kelsey smiled and said, "I can lend a hand." She grabbed a washcloth and ran out of the room, returned with it thoroughly soaked. She knelt in front of me and moistened the dark stubble with the wet cloth. She then spread some shaving cream around my groin. Using light strokes she neatened me to perfection. "Pretty pussy, Mary," she said running her fingers through my dark silky triangle and lightly rubbing the fold over my clit. "Kelsey, that feels so good, but now is not the time." She looked disappointed, so I quickly explained my plan for tonight as her finger delightfully rubbed me. "Oh, so close, yet so far," she sighed and gave my clit one last stroke. I took the washcloth and cleaned the liquid running down my thighs. I pulled on sweats and a tee shirt, no undies. Anna hated when I had lines from underwear. I meant to tell Jimmy to do the same. Well, too late now. I kissed Kelsey on the cheek and was pulling on my North Face jacket when she hugged me from behind. Her hands took my boobs and she kissed my neck. "I need a better good-bye kiss than that," she said. I turned and made sure she felt better. After a couple minutes, we broke free and untangled our hands from where they were under each other's shirts. I realized that was the first time she touched my bare boobs. It was very nice. I dashed across campus and ran into Jimmy outside the arts building. "Hey, I meant to tell you not to wear underwear." "You know, Mary, I can't figure out why all girls don't talk to me that way." I slid my arm into his and we ran up the stairs to the second floor studio. Anna was setting up the posing area and turned to see us. She smiled at me and took in all of Jimmy. "Lock the door, please, Mary," she called out. I did it and introduced Anna to Jimmy. "I'd like to chat and get to know you, and all that shit, but I only have this space for an hour. So, why don't you guys strip and let's get going." Jimmy gave me a comic leer and shrugged his down vest off. He removed his hoodie and kicked off his boots. He raised an eyebrow and my inaction. I surprised myself by the butterflies in my tummy and an unaccustomed shyness. Anna's plea to hurry shook me awake. I dropped my jacket, removed my boots and pulled my tee shirt over my head, exposing my boobs. Jimmy was standing and staring at my chest. I blushed under his gaze. For some reason, I turned and dropped my sweatpants, exposing my ass to him. Now, a little girl talk. Guys, you can skip ahead a couple paragraphs. We girls, and I think I speak for the majority of us, have a shitload of hang-ups about our bodies. Really. I even read where some perfect supermodel thinks her eyes are too close or another that her breasts are uneven. It's ridiculous, I know. Now, an even further truth. Very, very few of us girls like our asses. We mostly think they are too big. Hell, even Anna thinks hers is too big although it looks like it was hijacked from a twelve-year old boy. But, I've looked at my ass and it's big. I would not call myself fat, but I am no model. So, I do not love my ass. My hips are a bit wide and that does not help the visual impact of my booty. My boobs, they're pretty good. Nice size, nice shape, small nips in tiny areolas. I have a bit of a soft belly that definitely has no six-packs in sight. My bush is brilliant, however. It looks great and I am now happy Kelsey spiffed me up. A Complete Education Ch. 02 So, I am comfortable nude, but I know I do not have a "killer bod". I accept that and try not to worry what the other person is thinking. Usually that's the case. Being naked to let Jimmy see me for the first time does not fall into 'Usually'. Anna called out, "Great, you're both ready. Come over here." I turned to see Jimmy smiling broadly and looking me over from head to toe. I returned the smile and made sure he saw me stare at his dick. I looked back at his face and he mouthed, "You're beautiful." I blushed. When Anna first saw that I brought a guy, she quickly set up a small bench on the posing platform. She had us stand in front of it while she appraised our bodies. "Ok, here's my idea, inspiration, actually. I want to recreate Rodin's sculpture, The Kiss. So, Jimmy you sit on the bench and Mary you sit next to him. By the way Jimmy, great bod. Nice cock. Very nice." We took our places. "Now, Mary, you lean into him. Jimmy spread your legs. Ok, Mary take your right leg and slip it between Jimmy's legs. Then, rest your left leg along his shin." While she was talking, she was helping to adjust our limbs to reflect her vision. "Now, Mary, twist your upper body and lean into Jimmy. Great. Put your left arm around his neck and turn up your face to his. Jimmy, put your right hand on her hip. You guys are super. All right, now just bring your mouths close to each other, but don't kiss, and I'll start sketching." We followed her instructions, keeping our lips slightly apart. I could feel his warm breath on my mouth. I wanted that mouth. We opened our eyes and read the mutual passion in them. Jimmy smiled and softly pressed his lips to mine. My whole body flushed with this contact and a sweet warmth filled my insides, especially the parts between my legs. I leaned in closer and my breasts pushed into Jimmy's chest. My erect nipples tingled at the contact with his firm muscles. We held the kiss for a long time, with just our lips touching. I was becoming more aroused and tentatively slipped my tongue out. Jimmy quickly responded and soon we were kissing each other deeply and intimately. As Anna sketched she talked to us. "Ok, guys, I guess you can kiss," she said sarcastically. "You know the inspiration for Rodin's sculpture was from Dante's Inferno. Back in the 19th century a common theme was about Francesca da Rimini, a contemporary of Dante, whom he used as a character in the Inferno. Francesca had fallen in love with her husband's younger brother. This kiss occurs at the moment before her husband discovers them and puts them both to death. Anna looked from her drawing to us. "In Francesca's story the two never touch lips, but Rodin's lovers do. Although they kiss they never completely fulfill their desire. It's suggested that they never will until they meet again in the afterlife. Of course, I can tell you two don't give a fuck about the story. Jesus, can you guys even breathe?" We giggled and broke apart. I was able to breathe, but felt as if I were out of breath. I was totally turned on my being held so closely. Jimmy must be too since his hard dick was pressing against my thigh. Anna called for a short break so she could set up and sketch us from behind. We moved apart and stood to stretch. Anna looked at Jimmy's erection. "Impressive, Jimmy." 'Hey, I thought you didn't like dicks," I taunted. "Artistic interest only, sorta'" retorted Anna. "And, now I have another inspiration. I would like to draw Jimmy as Michelangelo's David. Only, it would be David with a hard-on." We all laughed. "So, have you ever had a dick, Anna?" I asked. "You mean as part of my anatomy?" she said avoiding the answer. "No, dear, as an accompaniment to your anatomy," I said. "Mary, the story of me and dicks requires a long time for the telling and lots of wine, if not prime pot." "We should shoot for that some time," I suggested. "Yeah, that'd be nice. And, maybe our David would be interested in joining us," Anna added. I almost detected a hint of heterosexual flirting coming from Anna, although I thought she was 100% pure American lesbian. "Maybe he would." I replied. "Maybe the two of you should stop talking about me like I'm not here," said Jimmy. "And, I could think of nothing more pleasant than to hang out with you two beautiful women, drink, get high and discuss dicks. But, maybe we could spend a little time on pussies, as well." This brought a good laugh from Anna and me. "Deal," she said. I watched as Anna moved her easel and supplies around the studio. She was very easy to watch. Anna is a senior. She moves with a grace that many tall women do not possess. She is around six feet tall with at least half of her height in long, slender legs. Her low-cut jeans fit her tight butt like a glove and every time she bends we are afforded a sweet peak at her smooth ass and crack. Anna has long, delicate fingers. When we are together, I can spend a long time holding her hands, kissing her fingers and pressing them to my face, and, yeah, other places on my body. She keeps her blond hair cropped short, which emphasizes her green eyes and high cheekbones. Her nose is long, what some people call a Roman nose. It gives her face a slightly imperial look, but a major sexy appearance. Her lips are thin but easily spread into a blockbuster smile. She has us resume our pose. I couldn't help myself and enjoyed a few moments stroking his hardness. It was sorta' odd to have such an obvious male vibe in the room with two women who are lovers. Odd, but very erotic. "Ok, enough of stroking the pole," Anna said, "can you guys just kiss without moving into humping right here?" "Try to," I said, "but no guarantees." Jimmy's penis jumped in my hand at that declaration. Reluctantly, I released him and was immediately gratified by a long period of kissing. Anna sketched and chatted. "Nice ass, Jimmy. Really, very, very nice ass. I think I could do a whole study just on that ass. Would you be open to more posing?" Not wanting to break our embrace, Jimmy mumbled something that sounded like "yes". Before we realized it, the hour was practically over. Anna told us to dress while she gathered her supplies. Before we dressed, Jimmy pulled me in his arms. He was not erect and I savored the feeling of his soft dick against my pussy. He hugged me and whispered in my ear. "Thank you, Mary. You are more beautiful than I imagined. I love your body." Both my eyes and my pussy were wet. We broke and pulled on our clothes. We wandered over to look at her sketches. There were almost two dozen drawings. Not detailed, but enough to get the feeling for the pose. Some were details and some more realistic and some more abstract. Jimmy and I agreed Anna had a lot of talent. We were standing outside the art building. Anna asked if we wanted to get a drink, but we both begged off due to wrapping up before the long Thanksgiving break. "What are you guys doing for Thanksgiving," she asked. Neither Jimmy nor I were going home, since we were both short on money for plane fare. "Well, it's just a suggestion, but my uncle has a great camp in New Hampshire. We could drive up, have a cool Thanksgiving dinner, hang out and just chill. I was thinking about going by myself, but having you guys would be a blast." Jimmy and I looked at each other, probably sharing the same thought about spending time with each other, maybe even in the same bed. "Will there be wine, dope and lots of talk about penises," I asked. "And, pussies," interjected Jimmy. Laughing Anna said, "Plenty of both and maybe even some show and tell. What do you say?" I told her we'd let her know tomorrow. We gave Anna a group hug and headed in our separate directions. I slipped my hand into Jimmy's as we crossed the quad toward my dorm. "So, what do you think?" He was silent for a bit and then answered. "Well, it beats the hell out of staying here and eating Wendy's chicken sandwiches on Thanksgiving." I squeezed his hand. "But..." he began. "But what," I pushed. "Mary, I'll be honest. The two of us in a remote cabin, a fire burning, a red wine on the coffee table, some good smoke being passed back and forth..." "And, the problem with that is?" I asked. "The problem is that I would want to make love to you and don't think I could resist." "Ah, the screwing part raises its ugly head," I said. "Not that the head that rises from you is ugly. Hell, even Anna liked the look of it. In that fantasy before the fire, where is Anna. In her room? Watching us from across the room? Or, with us on the couch?" "Well, she is attractive," he said. "Meaning?" "Meaning nothing, Mary. I want to sleep with you. I want to be inside you. I want to hold you close to me all night, wake up, make love to you, fall asleep and as the dawn breaks through yon window, make love to you again." "Sounds dreamy," I replied. "What about Peter?" "Yeah, what about Peter?" "Well, I think he knows this moment was coming. I guess it's time he and I talked about it. Maybe I can give him something to reassure him of my feelings for him." "I think that might help," Jimmy offered. "So, if Peter is Ok, are you sure you are ready?" "You idiot, I was ready the first time I saw your ass in that ratty old jock." We laughed. "So, you're Ok, I'm Ok, and Peter's Ok. Sounds like a new self-help book. But..." "Another freakin' 'but'," I moaned. "What now?" "What about Anna?" I envisioned Anna between my legs and remembered how good she was every time she was there. I recalled the taste of her essence on my tongue as I buried my face in her pussy. I felt her lips on my breasts and how her teeth would grip my nipple. "Jimmy, this is a time to leave doors open and not close them. Why don't we just see what happens. I just need you to tell me that you would be all right if something did happen between Anna and me while we were there." We walked in silence to the steps of my dorm. Jimmy pulled me in his arms and held me tight. "Mary, I don't really understand all that's going on with us. You have a unique view of life and sex. I am so happy to be near you. I am excited by your ideas and zest for just experiencing living. I don't know really how I'd feel if we were at Anna's place and you made love with her. I do know, though, that I want to be there with you and very much want to make love to you. So, as you say, let's see what happens." "Decided, then," I said. I called Anna on my cell and confirmed we'd go with her. She said she'd drive and we agreed on a departure time. As Jimmy and I stood in front of my dorm, our breath formed mini-clouds in the chilly night air. Jimmy held my hand and leaned over to kiss my cheek. "You know that story Anna told us about the legend behind the Rodin statue?" he asked. "Yeah." "Do you see some parallel between that and what's going on with you, Peter and me?" "Like is Peter going to kill us before we can consummate our relationship?" "Consumate's a funny word for a science girl," he said with a smile. "Well, I just felt it fit the conversation better than screw or fuck," I answered with a bit of an edge. "Just teasing, Mary. Chill, please. But, no not the killing part, but maybe Peter being the older brother and being crazy jealous. I mean if we accept Anna's invitation, I think there is an extremely high likelihood of us ending up in bed together." I said, "Is that another way of saying 'consummate'?" "Absolutely, if I may be so bold to think it," he said. "Go bold, baby, go bold," I said warmly. "But, yeah, I do think Peter might be jealous or at least concerned. Mentally he gets what I am saying, but I know he is emotionally really into our relationship. I am, too, but not in an exclusive way. You know, I think I should go over and talk with him now. I can tell him about our modeling together tonight and talk through the next steps. Let him know you and I will be together for the weekend. If it's Ok with you, I'd like to stay over." I saw the hesitation in Jimmy and pushed him. "Normally, it would not be a problem," he said. "But, Paul's roommate is back after a bout of mono and I can't crash there. Since this is exam week, the study room is filled with crazy crammers." "You can have my bed, Jimmy. I'm sure Kelsey won't mind." I read the indecision on his face, thinking he'd make a lousy poker player. "Jimmy, I don't think Kelsey will jump you or you will jump her. Since you've each seen each other naked, that takes care of some awkwardness. It's only for a night." He agreed. While he waited downstairs, I ran up to my room to make sure it was all right with Kelsey and to grab some stuff for an overnight and for class the next day. Kelsey was cool about Jimmy, only asking, "Is he going to have another beautiful hard-on?" I just shook my head and bolted back out. Jimmy and I walked to his dorm. Peter was not in the room and Jimmy packed some essentials and left. Peter appeared a couple minutes later from a trip to the bathroom. He was surprised, but happy to see me. I relayed our adventure in the art studio. Peter listened quietly. "Did you enjoy kissing Jimmy?" he asked. "Peter, it was part of the pose Anna was working on. I didn't volunteer to kiss him." "Not what I asked," he said. "I asked if you enjoyed it." I had been up front with Peter since we first met and was not about to start being less than honest. "Yes, I did," I said. "And, I believe he enjoyed it, too. But, Peter, I enjoy kissing you—a lot. I enjoy making love to you. I enjoy being with you and just hanging around together. Just because I enjoyed kissing Jimmy does not make what we have any less important or special to me." Peter nodded as I spoke. He put his hand on me knee and sighed. "Mary, being with you has been like a fantasy. You know I was a virgin, but I was even more than that. I was totally inexperienced with girls. I had two dates in my life, and they were with the cousins I told you about. One date was my junior prom and one was my senior prom. We obviously didn't even make-out. It's a stretch to call them dates. "Then, I met you and you changed my world. I never in a million years thought I could ever be with someone as beautiful, funny, brilliant and nice as you. That first time you kissed me I, well, I thought I was going to faint. I mean it. When we became lovers, I felt I would never be as happy in my life as I was at that moment." I told him that I still felt the same about him and wanted us to continue to be with each other and grow closer. "But, Peter," I said, "right now I want more." "But, I love you, what more do you need?" I pulled him close to me. "Peter, I know you feel love, but we are so young. I think what we all feel is affection, lust, friendship, and maybe some other emotions. I do not think it is love, or at least the kind of love that you build your life on. I love you, yes. But, it's not the capital "L" love. And, I want more excitement, more adventure, more, well, more fucking." "So, have you and Jimmy..." "I told you everything, Peter. We kissed, I stroked his cock, we were naked and pushing our bodies together. That's it. But, Anna invited us to stay with her in a cabin in the White Mountains over Thanksgiving. I want to sleep with Jimmy. I need to know that if I do that you and I can be together after Thanksgiving." I saw tears in the corners of his eyes and my heart lurched. The last thing I want is to hurt him. But, I also do not want to lock myself into a monogamous relationship at 19 years. "Peter, we can still have great times together. Look at it as opening doors, not closing them." Peter gathered himself. He kissed me tenderly and held me close. He spoke into my ear. "Mary, if this is what you want, then I support you. I guess it could be worse. I know Jimmy is a great guy. He will treat you with respect. I just hope you're right and that you and I can continue to be together, as well. So, sure, go to be with him. And, tell me all about it." I showered him with kisses. I promised him that he and I would endure and grow. I wanted him now. "Peter, I want you inside me, but I'm having my period and I've never let a guy do me like this. So, how about I give the blow job of the ages?" I knew this was an offer he couldn't refuse. I yanked his pants and shorts off. I was surprised to see he was not hard. I licked the soft, warm organ and sucked each of his testicles. Life was slowly returning. I took him in my mouth and used tongue, lips and suction to bring him to full and joyful existence. I brought him to the edge at least five times before he whimpered for release. As I moved my head up and down his shaft, I reached behind and placed my middle finger at his asshole. He yelped and I pulled away. I stuck my finger in my pussy to lubricate it and returned to his hole and moved it in a knuckle. He groaned. I plunged all the way in and touched his prostate. He cried out, thrust his cock deep into my throat and shot warm liquid around my mouth. I swallowed and pulled back a bit so his next shots covered my tongue. I savored the tasted and swallowed. He had two more minor dribbles that I took on my tongue. I slipped my finger from his ass and brought my mouth to his. He kissed me and I opened my mouth. I sensed his hesitation, then slowly his tongue touched mine. I swirled the last remnants of his seed onto his tongue. He lapped my mouth cleaning me. We broke apart and I snuggled on his chest. "Mary, that was..." "Yeah, I know—fucking awesome." We laughed together. "So, how did you like tasting your own cum?" He paused and then said, "I always wondered what it tasted like. I am too much of a coward to taste it when I jerk off. It tastes so different from your pussy juices. I don't know." "Peter, it doesn't make you gay if you say you enjoyed it. Also, it doesn't make you gay to say you enjoyed my finger up your ass. It's all sex and all good." Peter laughed and said, "The finger part. Well, that was unbelieveable. God, with your sucking and then your finger inside me, hell, I just exploded." "Yeah, I noticed." "So, I don't give a fuck if it sounds gay. I loved your finger up my ass and I liked tasting my cum. There, happy?" "Peter, it's not that it makes me happy. It's just recognizing that sex can be so many things and so many explorations. Be open to new possibilities like today. Who knows, you may enjoy them." I went to the bathroom and refreshed my sanitary situation. Back in the room, we undressed and lay naked together and slept in each others arms. Jimmy knocked around 9 in the morning. We all would be leaving later this Wednesday. I got up to open the door. Jimmy walked in and took notice of my nudity. He's perceptive that way. "Carnal knowledge in my room, I suspect," he said with a smile. "Well, maybe," I said coyly. "But right now it's cuddle time. Care to join us?" Jimmy looked shocked. His gaze moved from me to Peter still lying under the sheet in the over-heated room. "Dude, she's crazy," said Peter. "So, let's just humor her before she goes Lizzie Borden on us." Jimmy nodded and quickly stripped. I pulled back the sheet exposing Peter. His dick lay soft on his thigh. He rolled on his side and I crawled next to him, pressing my ass into his crotch. Jimmy lay next to me, with his ass rubbing my pubic area. I was surrounded by affection. We lay quietly for a while, not even bothering to pull up the sheet. I needed more. I slipped one hand behind me and took Peter's dick in my hand. I moved the other in front of Jimmy and began stroking both boys. As would be expected, in no time I had two pulsating erections in my hands. I gently stroked both young men, in a gesture that was overtly sexual but seemed more innocent than it might look. I wanted to stay this way forever, but nature intrudes even on the ideal. A Complete Education Ch. 02 "Guys, I have to pee. But, promise me you'll stay here. I'll be right back." They agreed and I hopped up, pulled on Jimmy's long t-shirt and popped out. I finished and dashed back to the room. I pulled off the shirt and noticed the sheet was now covering the two guys, although I could distinctly make out two tents. "Why the sheet?" I asked. "We have a surprise for you," said Peter with a wicked grin. "Sure do," asserted Jimmy. "Why don't you take the sheet off?" I pulled the sheet away and stopped breathing. Each guy had his hand on the other's erection. They were not stroking, just holding. "God, that is beautiful," I cried. Jimmy said, "Well, we kinda' did it as a joke because of what you said about two girls being together. It's not because we are like hot for each other." "Right," said Peter. "This is just for grins." Jimmy started to remove his hand. "No," I whispered. "Just stroke each other. Not long, just for a second or two. Please." The guys looked at each other and then broke into the all boy shit-eating grin that usually precedes some totally stupid stunt. Peter moved his hand up and down Jimmy's hard-on. Jimmy returned the action. Slowly, they stroked each other, their eyes fixed on me. I put a hand on each of their dicks and joined in, urging them to do it a little faster. They moved up and down quickly. I bent over and took Peter's dick into my mouth, while Jimmy stroked him. In a few seconds, I switched and had Jimmy in my mouth. I continue the rotation until I knew both of them were on the edge. I was trying to decide which one to take first when there was a knock at the door. We all froze. Peter called out, "Who's there?" "It's Hannah, numb nuts. Open up." We looked at Peter and he mouthed, "My cousin." "Just a sec, Hannah." "Whatcha doing, Peter, playing with it in there?" We could hear her laughter, which was more of a snort and she pounded the door. "Just, hold on," he called back. Jumping out of bed, the three of us were standing naked in the room. Peter looked for some clothes. Hannah banged on the door. Jimmy and I grabbed the sheet and held it around us. Hannah pounded harder and the door started to open. Jimmy had not locked it after him. Peter gave up looking for his pants and grabbed the closest garment to cover his nudity. Hannah walked into the room. "Jeez, Peter, what took you so..." The young woman looked at Peter with Jimmy's boxers shielding him and two other people wrapped in a sheet. "Holy shit," she said. "It looks like I'm going to the totally wrong fuckin' school." Peter pulled her in and closed the door. "Hannah, this really isn't what it looks like." "It looks like a lot of fun, Peter, is what it looks like." She turned to us and said. "I'm Hannah, the cousin." "I'm Mary, the, uh, girlfriend." Jimmy said, "I'm Jimmy, the roommate." He stepped forward to shake her hand. Unfortunately, I was standing on the bottom of the sheet. He stumbled and the sheet dropped to the floor. Hannah regarded his naked body. Fortunately, most, but not all of his erection had disappeared. "Ah, the well hung roommate, I see." That broke the tension and we all howled. I laughed so hard I dropped the sheet and doubled over. As we gained control of ourselves, Jimmy and I scrambled to recover our modesty. Hannah wiped away tears and said, "Hey, don't bother on my account. There's no mystery left here." We did, however, pull the sheet up and sat down on Jimmy's bed. "Well, Peter, I think we are going to have a hell of an interesting ride. I think you should hold off on the whole story, though, until we pick up cousin Julie." Peter was about twenty shades of pink and scarlet. "You're a little early, Hannah." "Duh" was her only reply. I looked at this girl, one of Peter's two dates in life. He called her a nerd and I could see how you might think it at first glance. She was really tall with her brown hair done in pigtails. She wore no make-up and had thick Harry Potter glasses. She wore a long shapeless dress, kinda' like a hippie thing you see in second-hand shops. Her combat boots poked out from the hem of the dress. What you might miss was the pretty face atop a long and elegant neck. When she moved the dress revealed a nice bosom underneath. I imagined she probably had a terrific body. Peter was looking around for his clothes, still just holding the crumpled boxers in front. Hannah chatted about her ride from her college and that they would travel the half-hour to pick up Julie and then head down to Rhode Island for the holiday celebration. She glanced at Peter who had turned his back and was trying to get one leg in his own boxers. "Peter, nice ass," Hannah exclaimed. "This gets kinkier and kinkier." "You can stop looking, Hannah." "Not likely, Cuz. Like I said, kinky." Peter sighed. "Hey, Cuz," she called out. "Turn around and let me see the rest." "No way, Hannah. You shouldn't even be looking at my butt." "Come on, Peter. I always wanted to see what it looked like since I felt it all grown up." Peter froze trying to put on his boxers and called back over his shoulder, "What do you mean?" Hannah addressed us, "Well, I was his date for the senior prom." I smiled sweetly and said I knew. "Pathetic. Neither of us ever had dates. I figured it could be cool. So we go and actually started to have a good time. Then, we had the first slow dance. Since Julie was his only other date in life for his junior prom, I figured he wouldn't be much of a dancer. I was right, but he did hold me close. And, what do you know, he gets a boner. I mean right there on the dance floor, he's hard as a rock and it's pushing against my 'you-know-what' during the whole dance." "God, you knew?" lamented Peter. "Peter, I may have been innocent, but I knew what a hard-on is." She snickered and continued, "Well, sorta'. And, not that I'd ever seen one at that point. But, I didn't know what else it could be." "Hannah, I'm sorry. That's embarrassing. I never was that close to a girl, well, except for Julie the year before." "Yeah," said Hannah, "and the same thing happened. She told me.' "Oh, god, what a dork I am," he sighed. "Hey, we both liked it. Actually, I kept trying to get a look at your pants to see if I could make out a bulge or something. You kept your jacket buttoned the whole night. But, if you recall, I insisted on dancing every slow number." I thought this whole scene was surrealistic. Jimmy and I are sitting naked under a sheet, after totally flashing Hannah, Peter is standing nude while his cousin talks about his erection at a high school dance. I said I was looking for new experiences and I'm getting them. To make things a little more exciting, I slipped my hand on Jimmy's dick under the sheet. He let out a little yip. "So, Peter, come on. Show me. Obviously the only other two people in the room have seen it." "I thought the deal was 'I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours.'" Hannah laughed, "That was a long time ago, Cuz. Besides, I guess you haven't heard. You, Julie and I are sharing the third floor of the grand's house since there's an overflow crowd this year. So, maybe you will get to see mine. You might even get to see Julie's. Hell, I wouldn't mind seeing Julie's again." Hannah looked at us and winked. "Julie was always called the 'pretty cousin', you know like big boobs pretty. I was not so blessed, but, Peter, mine are nice to look at. Still, I wouldn't mind seeing if Julie's have gotten any bigger during the year." Hannah looked back at Peter. "So..." He shrugged and turned around. Hannah put her hand to her mouth. Peter was hard as a rock. "Cousin, that is awesome," was all she said. Peter smiled broadly. He walked in her direction to pick up his the rest of his clothes and his erection bounced along. Hannah turned to me and said, "I bet you have fun with that." I nodded. She seemed to notice where my hand was. "So, you say you're Peter's girlfriend." I nodded. Looking at Jimmy, she said, "And, your Peter's roommate." He nodded. "Yet, the three of you were obviously in here together naked. And, Mary, you are now yanking on that gorgeous dick. So, what does that make you two?" "Good friends?" I offered. Hannah shook her head. She looked from her cousin's erection to Jimmy and me and back to the erection. Finally, Peter said, "They are going to be lovers come this weekend. Then the three of us will be engaged in all sorts of deviant behavior. Satisfied?" "Cuz, we are definitely going to have some great stories on this ride." She reached out and softly touched Peter's erection and ran her hand down to his balls and back to his tip, her big hand encircling his shaft. "Great stories," she repeated. "And, might I say, very nice peter, Peter." She giggled and stroked it once more. After stuffing his erection into his underwear, Peter finished dressing and packing. Jimmy and I remained on the bed with the sheet over us. Peter announced he was ready. I had to hug and kiss him good-bye. I looked at Hannah and sorta shrugged an apology. I then stood and naked took him in my arms. We hugged and I kissed him passionately. He ran his hands up and down my back, pulling my bare buns hard against him. "Join us, Jimmy," I said softly. He rose, let the sheet fall, and joined us in our hug. I kissed both boys and pulled us together. We turned as one toward Hannah. "Room for one more," I offered. She crossed and melded into our group hug. I noticed her hand sliding onto Jimmy's bare butt. I could not blame her, it was a great butt. She then hugged Jimmy, pressing her long body into his and clutching his butt even tighter. She looked up with her myopic vision and kissed him on the lips. Releasing him, she hugged me. I felt her breasts tight against me, affirming she wore no bra. The hard nipples pressed into my chest. She also grabbed my butt and pulled me to her. I figured what the hell and reciprocated. I felt no panty line. I thought nerdy Hannah had a lot more going on than first met the eye. She moved her mouth to mine and we kissed. She broke away and looked at the three of us. Shaking her head, she said, "Definitely am going to the wrong fuckin' school." She took Peter's hand and led him out of the room. "I think that will be an interesting ride," Jimmy echoed. "I think the three cousins in one room will be even more interesting. That is one horny girl." I added. We looked at each other and then let our eyes feast on the nudity of each other. As if reading each other's thoughts, we embraced. After a long time of passionate kissing and feeling Jimmy's full engorged cock digging into my stomach, I stepped back. "I don't want our first time to be in this room, Jimmy. I hope you can understand. But, I promise you this weekend, I will make it up to you." "There's nothing to make up, Mary. And, I can't wait for time alone with you." He paused and then added with a grin, "I will have s-o-m-e time alone with you, won't I?" "Maybe," I teased. "But, you have to admit having Anna around won't be a total drag." "Agreed. If I may be so male-like to say she is hot." "Well, let me be female-like and say she is fuckin' hot." We laughed and began looking for our clothes. "By the way," I said, "did you happen to notice what happened when Anna bent over at the studio?" "You mean like seeing her sweet little ass crack peaking out from her jeans? No, I don't think I noticed." I punched his arm and said, "That's only a tease. The whole package is awesome." Jimmy made an exaggerated sigh and continued packing clothes for our trip. I left him to finish packing and shower and dashed back to my room for the same. I was surprised to find Kelsey there, still in bed and still naked. "Well, hell-o Ms Lazy-bones. How come you're still in bed?" Kelsey smiled and pulled out her purple vibrator from under the sheet. "Just havin' a few sweet dreams. That's all." "So, Jimmy wasn't enough for you last night?" Kelsey shot up in bed. "Mary, we did nothing. I swear. Did he say we did anything? Honest. I mean I dug looking at his naked body. His dick is just as cute soft as it is hard. And, Ok, I admit I got myself off and he might have heard me. Well, to be honest, I did kick the sheet off and he might have caught a glimpse of me playing with myself. All right, all right, so I left the light on. So, I wanted him to see me cum. Happy? Now, I've told you everything. I didn't leave anything out, so if Jimmy told you anything else, he's making it up." I let her finish and smiled sweetly. "Thanks for sharing, Kels, but Jimmy told me nothing. Not a word." "Fuck," she screamed. "My big fuckin' mouth." I scooted next to her and kissed her. "I don't mind, Kels. I think it's hot. I won't see you for almost a week. Let me tell you a little story of what happened in the boys' room while I refresh my skills with this little toy." Kelsey lay back, spread her legs and listened with great interest as I related all the details of the night and morning together with Peter, then Jimmy, then Hannah. She moaned into surrender as the dildo pushed her over the edge. I covered her with the sheet, stripped and went for my shower. In a half hour, I was ready to go. Kelsey and I committed to texting over the weekend. "Don't be afraid to send any interesting pictures," she said. "I might do that. But don't show them to your parents, I think they like me. And, if I do, do not forward them to anyone. You have to promise." "Ok. My parents think you're a freakin' saint. But, I might share them with lil' sis. She thinks you're a babe and the coolest chick on the planet. I'm not sure I'll tell her how much of a babe you really are. But, if I get a picture of you and Jimmy, I might let her in on what life in college can be like." I got a tingle thinking about her high-school senior sister seeing me and Jimmy, or me and Anna, or me and Jimmy and Anna. My mind was getting dizzy. I left the building and saw Anna waving to me from the parking lot. I ran over and tossed my stuff in the back of her Subaru. We drove over to Jimmy's dorm and soon his bag was next to mine and he was sprawled out in the back seat. "Anna," I asked, "what are going to do for food. I really can't cook, let alone do a whole meal." "Leave it to me," she assured. "I'm a great cook. We will have a full turkey dinner and homemade apple and pumpkin pies." "Will we have whipped cream," Jimmy asked from the back seat. "Sure," said Anna, "but I'm not sure we'll have enough left for the pies." Jimmy and I took a couple seconds to get her meaning and the three of us laughed. "This could be an awesome weekend," I thought. I reached over and patted her thigh. Her hand covered mine, squeezed and pulled it to the warmth of her crotch behind her jeans. I could see her looking in the rear view at Jimmy. I turned to see him blowing her a kiss. "Yes," I thought, "a totally awesome weekend." We stopped at a market in Plymouth, New Hampshire. Anna had called ahead and reserved a small, fresh turkey. We gathered a bunch of other stuff and a ton of wine and beer. It was good having a 22-year old senior who could buy booze and had a credit card. In another hour, we reached the turn-off for her uncle's camp. We then drove up a secondary paved road coming to an unpaved road with a gate. The snow was about two-feet deep. Anna got out and unlocked the gate. She drove in, stopped and relocked the gate behind us. With the car in its lowest all-wheel drive mode, we climbed the steep access to the cabin. I was delighted with the site. In the middle of a clearing stood a large log cabin with a long covered front porch with snow drifting up onto it. Attached to the right was a three car garage and to the left a large utility shed stood about twenty yards away. One end of the porch was stacked high with firewood. Anna got out and trudged over to the garage and used a key to unlock it and pushed the door up. We parked in the garage and began unloading. Anna unlocked the door from the garage that led to a long mud room and then into the kitchen. It was a neat and tidy space with a gas stove, refrigerator, double sink and lots of cabinets. We piled the food supplies on the breakfast counter that separated the kitchen from the great room. The great room was two stories high and focused around a floor to ceiling flagstone fireplace. There was a big leather couch facing the fireplace and overstuffed leather chairs on either side. In one corner stood a dinning table and chairs and the other corner housed eight foot tall bookcases crammed with books, games and odds and ends. The house was cold. A fire was laid and Anna opened the flue, used a torch of rolled-up newspaper to get a draft going, then set the fire ablaze. She asked Jimmy to go down to the cellar with her and left me to put away the groceries. They got the propane gas furnace going and turned on the gas for the stove. It was getting dark. Anna said she needed to go to the shed outside to start the generator. This meant shoveling the porch and a path to the shed. "Or," she said, "we can store the perishables in the garage, it's cold enough to keep them. Then, we can use lanterns and candlelight tonight. I can get the gennie running tomorrow. It might be cool to have it more intimate." "And, more sexy," I added. She smiled and kissed me on the mouth. I hesitated, then kissed her back. We parted to see Jimmy looking at us. Anna pulled his hand to lead him next to her and lightly kissed him. I made up for it by smashing his lips against mine. He gasped for breath and added, "You know, I think candlelight is a great idea." We laughed. Since we didn't have the electricity on, the well pump was not working. We used a gallon of bottled water to cook. Anna bought a dozen at the store. Anna made a simple dinner of pasta and a meat sauce she bought at the market. With a green salad and loaf of crusty Italian bread, it was a perfect feast. The two bottles of Chianti we added didn't hurt our appreciation of the meal. After piling the dirty dishes in the sink, Anna stoked the fire. She set a couple groups of candles in the room to create a warm and glowing atmosphere. She led us down the hall, using a kerosene lantern for illumination. There were two bedrooms on this floor and a bathroom. Upstairs she said was a large loft room. She thought it would be easier if we all slept down here. She tossed her bag into a room with a large brass bed. The other room also had a double bed with a headboard made from white pine branches. I put my stuff in there and so did Jimmy. I wondered if I was staking out my territory. Anna said she was going to change into something more comfortable. When she and I were together, that usually meant she would be nude in a couple seconds. I didn't think she meant that right now. I had to use the bathroom and Jimmy said he was going to change, too. Anna had placed a couple gallon jugs of water in the bath for flushing. She encouraged us to follow the old camping conservation practice, "If it's yellow, let it mellow. If it's brown, flush it down." She told us once the pump was running, we could use the toilet normally. I came into our room to see him lighting a lantern. The yellow light reflected on his bare skin. "Ooh," I said, "I like what I see. Reminds me of the first time." He turned to me and the light bounced off his large and soft penis. I felt a rush throughout my body as my pussy heated up. "Is that what you plan to wear?" I teased, taking his warm penis in my hand. A Complete Education Ch. 02 "Not right now," he answered, massaging my breasts through my clothes. He kissed me and then pulled on a pair of sweat pants and topped it with a long-sleeved t-short and fleece vest. I stripped and donned flannel pj's. We went out to the great room to see Anna once again stoking the fire. Her long flannel nightgown became almost transparent as she stood backlit by the roaring fire. We both admired the clearly visible lines of her sensuous body. "I've opened another wine," she announced. "Since no one is driving, I thought we could indulge all we want." Anna had pulled a big ottoman in front of the couch and piled up several fleece blankets on it. We filled our glasses and plopped down on the couch. "Cheers," I offered. "Cheers," joined in Jimmy. "To a special weekend," added Anna. We clinked and sipped. In spite of the fire, the cabin was a little chilly due to drafts. We pulled the blankets over us and stretched our legs out on the ottoman. We drank in silence watching the flames of orange and blue dance all about the logs. Anna pulled a plastic baggie from the cushions of the couch. She fished out a joint, lit it, inhaled, sighed and passed it to me. I did a long toke and reached over to give it the Jimmy. The ritual of smoking a J with friends had begun. "At camp, we used to tell ghost stories around the fire," I said. "I love stories, especially involving penises and pussies," said Anna, "but I'm in the mood for something a little different." "Such as..." I prompted. Anna held up her glass and toasted, "Romance." We joined the toast and repeated, "Romance." Although we all wanted stories, Anna said she'd like to dance. She asked Jimmy to go over to the bookcase and try to find an iPod dock and extra batteries in a drawer. She got up to get her iPod. She had Jimmy set the dock on the mantle. She loaded her iPod and stood there programming music. Jimmy and I sat on the couch staring at her naked body showing clearly through her nightie. I could stand it no longer. "Anna, we can see right through your nightgown." Anna turned sideways, allowing us to make out her breasts and even tufts of her pussy. "And, the problem is..." Jimmy and I answered in unison, "no problem." We were definitely mellow. She started off with some Bruno Mars, Michael Buble and Adele. Anna had opened another bottle and we sat on the couch enjoying the fire, the music, the drink, the dope and the atmosphere heavy with eroticism. Anna sat between Jimmy and me. She placed a hand on each of our thighs and let her head fall back as she softly brushed her hands up and down, coming teasingly close to our private places. It was intimate, but not sexual. Well, Ok, it was sexual as hell. But, not dirty sexual. When a classic Tony Bennett song came on, Anna said, "I want to dance." She pulled Jimmy up and they stood in front of the fire. He took her in his arms. She rested her head on his chest and they softly swayed to the music. She held him tighter and moved her body against his. I knew what that body felt like; I wondered what effect it would have on Jimmy. Anna looked up at him and said, "It's Ok. I haven't felt one in a long time. Let me adjust you. Ahh, that feels much better." She slid her hand inside his sweats and moved his erection up so that it now fit between them. I squeezed my legs together as Anna's hand softly caressed Jimmy's erection before she put her hands back around his shoulders and rested her head on his chest. The song ended and Anna lifted her head. Jimmy bent and they kissed. The seconds dragged on. His hands slipped on her butt barely covered by the flannel. He pulled her close to him and she moved back and forth against what lie between them. Finally, they ended the kiss and walked hand in hand back to the couch. "He's lovely," Anna said as she sat back down. I nodded in agreement. Another classic love song started and Anna pulled me up. Her body felt hot as we slowly danced, our arms wrapped around each other. Without thinking, our lips met and we melted into each other. Soon our tongues visited familiar places and experienced remembered tastes. I felt Anna's hand slide down and begin to unbutton my pj top. I thought she should not do this with Jimmy watching, but I was powerless to stop her. Opening the front she slid her hands to my breasts and massaged them in rhythm with the music. I pulled her butt close to me and rubbed my pussy against hers. The song ended and another started. Anna's kisses moved from my lips to my neck to my collar bone and finally to my breast. I gasped as she took one hard yet tender nipple into her mouth. I pushed my groin harder into her leg. Her mouth moved to my other breast as she pushed my top to the floor. I screwed up enough courage to glance in Jimmy's direction. He had slipped off his sweat pants and was completely nude from the waist down, laying back on the couch and slowly stroking his beautiful, hard cock. Anna followed my gaze and smiled. She blew a kiss to him and he returned the gesture with his free hand. Anna eased my pj bottoms over my butt and knelt to push them to the floor and then off my feet. She paused long enough on her way back up to caress my pussy, letting her tongue quickly tease my clit. I sensed movement and Jimmy was standing next to us. My blood chilled thinking he intended to join us. I did not think Anna would want that. I was not sure I did at this moment. He kissed my cheek. I turned and our lips met. Anna kissed his cheek. He broke from me and kissed her lips. "You two are exquisitely beautiful," he said. "Watching you is living poetry. But, I take my leave. Enjoy. Tomorrow will be a great day." My eyes filled with tears and I hugged him tightly. Anna tapped my arm and I let her join in our embrace. Instinctively we both found our hands on his erection. He kissed each of us and turned and walked to his room. My cheeks were wet and more tears flowed. I noticed Anna wiping away moisture from her eyes. "My god, Mary," she said as she held my hand. "Do not let that man leave you. I never thought a guy could be so understanding." I nodded, not being able to speak. "But, now the only question remains is..." I looked at her as the corners of her mouth turned up. "Here or in the brass bed." "Brass bed," I breathed. "And, make me cum like never before." "That's my goal and my pleasure." That night Anna and I reached plateaus we never thought possible. She spent what seemed like hours between my legs. Using all her skills and combinations of tongue and fingers, she gave me at least five orgasms unlike any I ever had before. I was wild, not knowing if I was screaming inside my head or out loud. I think I was equally inspired and had her finally beg me to stop after multiple mini-orgasms had her crying in joyful agony. We slept entwined under the down comforter. I awoke to a gentle tapping on our door. I sat up, letting the covers fall below my breasts. I nudged Anna to consciousness. She sat up, but kept herself covered. I called, "come in." Jimmy appeared dressed in his sweats and carrying two large mugs of steaming coffee. He kept looking around our room, as if searching. As we sipped the delicious and restoring brew, I finally asked him what he was looking for. "I could swear there was a coyote in here last night. I kept hearing such howling." Anna and I laughed so hard we almost spilled the coffee. She said, "I would agree there were wild beasts loosed last night." She beckoned him and leaned forward, accidentally allowing one breast to escape, and kissed Jimmy. "Thank you. You were such a dear. We both love you for allowing us this time." Jimmy beamed and in a horrible John Wayne imitation, said, "Shucks, ma'am, 'twerent nothin'. 'Sides I get to see your pretty lil' titty." Anna looked down at her exposed breast and discreetly moved the sheet back up. She turned to me and said, "A guy is a guy." "Yeah, but I'm going to keep him." "Good idea," she said with a warm smile. Jimmy told us he had breakfast in the works. "Bacon, eggs, toast and more coffee," he offered. "Whenever you're ready, that is." He did an even worse imitation of a lecherous leer, twirling an imaginary mustache. Anna answered for us. "I think we can eat now. I don't know about Mary, but I am totally fucked out." She shooed Jimmy out of the room and he closed the door behind him. "Seriously, Mary, he is about the nicest guy I've ever met." I nodded and added, "I know you don't know Peter that well, but he is just as nice." Anna kissed me and said, "Enjoy life, babe. Enjoy. It may not ever get better than this." After an enjoyable breakfast, Anna assigned us simple tasks to prepare for our dinner, while she cleaned, stuffed and prepped the bird. We decided to eat around 3, so Anna planned accordingly. She made her pies and put them in the oven. She told us we had enough time to get some other chores done. She asked Jimmy to shovel a path to the shed, while she and I carried firewood in from the porch. When Jimmy finished, Anna started the generator. She checked the propane tanks and found them both at capacity. In the shed she spied snowshoes. She and Jimmy carried the equipment back to the house. "With the pies out of the oven, I'll put the bird in and then we can take a hike," she announced. In forty minutes we were making our way across the covering of newly fallen snow. Anna led us on a path that went down to the water. "We always debate if this is a large pond or small lake," she said. "Sorta' a family joke. Anyway, it's spring-fed and clear." We made our way around the perimeter. We paused at a small cove. "Here's where the kids would sneak off to skinny-dip," she said. "I think our parents knew what we were up to since they probably did the same. We started when we were little and no one had hair you know where. We continued all the way through our teens and gained a bit of sex education along the way. Now, that we're grown up, we come back and find that many of us don't have hair you know where. The circle of life." "Hakuna matata," Jimmy and I chimed in. There were only two other camps on the lake and neither of them looked occupied. We returned, took showers and finished preparing our meal. True to her promise, the Thanksgiving dinner was fab. We all ate way too much, including double servings of pie. After cleaning up, it was already dark out. Anna said she would get a fire going and then put on something more comfortable and allow her bursting stomach some comfort. In ten minutes, we were back on the couch dressed as we were last night. "Care for some brandy," Anna asked. "Uncle Edgar keeps a bottle of the good stuff here." She poured three snifters, snuggled back under the blankets and we sighed in unison. We watched the fire for a long time. Each of us dozed off. Anna woke and nudged us. "Hey, it's late," she said. "How about we do stories another time? Besides, I don't want to keep you two from your date with destiny." We said our goodnights and Jimmy and I found ourselves alone in our room. He was hard and I was wet, what more needs to be said. We stripped, pulled back the covers and had our mouths, tongues and hands all over each other. "I really want to be inside you, Mary," Jimmy said. "Me, too, but I really dig foreplay. Can we do it a little longer?" "No problem," he said and began kissing his way down my body. The first time I felt his tongue between my legs I had a rush through my body. Jimmy licked and fingered me pretty good for a guy. He was a little rough and too hard on my clit, but I enjoyed his attentions. With a little subtle coaching from me, he found a rhythm after a while and softened his prodding on my clit. I had a mini-orgasm that felt good. "God, that's sweet," I told him. "Get a condom on and get inside me now." Jimmy froze. "What?" I asked. "Isn't this what we both want? Don't you want to make love?" "I don't have a condom," he said. "No, no, don't say that," I pleaded. My mind raced to see if maybe I had one stashed in my purse. I jumped out of bed and dumped my purse on the floor. I ripped through everything and came up with a couple tampons. They were not going to do the trick. "I'm so sorry, Mary," he said. I thought he was going to cry. "I am such a fucking asshole." I balanced my desire to have him with my non-breakable rule about no condom, no fuckee. My rule won. "Jimmy," I said pulling him to me, "it's Ok. We can go get some tomorrow. So what if we wait one more day. It's going to be spectacular when it happens." Jimmy looked at me with the saddest eyes. "Mary, we are in the middle of fuckin' no where. We've had a foot of new snow since we arrived. Unless I can kill a deer and make a condom from its intestine, we are shit outa' luck." I realized the truth of his statement. Suddenly, my romantic getaway was turning into sex hell. To top it off, the extra foreplay I asked for had me crazy with desire. "Well, we can just do oral with each other," I offered. "Mary, you can put a positive spin on everything. But, I know I am not great at oral. I'm willing to learn, but I certainly can't compete with Anna. God, I heard your screams last night. I can never make you feel that way with my tongue. My cock, maybe—I hope." "Jimmy, I don't care. We will be fine. We can cuddle and..." "And, what?" he said. "Well, cuddle and sleep next to each other," I assured him. "I want to, honestly." "Mary, I want you to go to Anna. I want you to scream again and again. I fucked up, no reason for you to pay the price." "No, Jimmy, I'm staying here." "Mary, you would honor me if you went with Anna. She's probably as horny as you are. Go. When we get back to campus, we will make up for lost time. This is supposed to be a weekend of great sex. Go get some." I started arguing again. Jimmy stood up and pulled me with him. He flung me over his shoulder and marched out of the room. He knocked and opened Anna's door. She was reading in bed, the sheets below her naked breasts. She looked at us. Jimmy was naked and his dick swung back and forth as he approached the bed. He gently lay me down next to her. He crawled over me and kissed Anna. "Take care of her. I'll be next door on coyote patrol." She fondled his soft penis and kissed him back. He kissed me and left, softly closing the door behind him. Anna looked at me. "No condom," I said. "Ah," she replied. "He wants me here—with you," I said. "And, you?" she answered. "It's complicated," I said. "Let's fuck and then sort it out," she offered. Sounded like a great idea to me. Anna is a wonderful kisser and we exchanged caresses for a long time. I moved down her body to enjoy her small and perfect breasts, taking turns to have each one in my mouth, relishing the thick nipple with its rough flesh. I quickly ended up between her legs inhaling the intoxicating scent of her excitement. Anna shuns perfumes and I smell and taste all woman. Her dark blond hair is trimmed into a thick triangle with tight curls that slide through my fingers. Most of her sex is well hidden behind smooth outer lips. I licked and brought a small flow from inside. I can contain myself no longer and used my tongue as deeply as possible and then added my fingers. She encouraged me and moved with me. Her throaty grunts tell me I've achieved my goal. As good as it is to eat her, it is a hundred times better to be eaten. She is a master. It seems so natural and one touch and kiss flows effortlessly into the next. I try to remember what she is doing so that I can replicate it on her, but my mind loses track of her individual actions as my building orgasm pushes all other thoughts aside. She is now probing inside with her long tongue and I push my pussy hard against her mouth. Now her tongue is replaced by one of the elegant fingers I love and it finds spots inside me that trigger mini-explosions. She moves along my outer lips, nipping so slightly at the engorged flesh. Two more fingers enter me and her lips suck my clit. She is pulling and pushing me up the slope of my release. As I near the peak, somewhere in the deep recess of my mind I think I am making some sound, but I can not be certain. Her teeth close around my clit and her tongue flashes back and forth at the trapped bud. I am at the top. Strong strokes inside me and a long hard lick of her tongue on my captured clit send me careening over the edge. I am falling and screaming. On my way down, Anna gives me long licks along my hot lips, which do not cool in spite of the strong flow pouring out of them. I scream some more. She one last time focuses on my clit and I cry out and reach the bottom. I can't say I blacked out, but my next conscious moment is having Anna conforming her body to me as I lay curled in a fetal position. The tender kisses on my neck let me know I've survived the climb to ecstasy and the mind-blowing descent. My heart is still pounding and her hand on my breast reassures me it will not burst through my chest. I feel the covers pulled up over us and close my eyes. I sleep. I come to consciousness at a knock on our bedroom door. It's still dark outside. Jimmy calls out, "Don't worry ladies. I've made the call and the forest ranger should be here soon to handle those wild animals." We next hear the bathroom door close across the hall. In a minute, there are footsteps in the hall and the sound of Jimmy's door closing reaches us. I turn to Anna, "That was the best sex we ever had." She smiles, "I thank you too, Mary." "I'm not in your league, woman. You are amazing." "This isn't a contest, Mary. I am happy and satisfied." We kiss. "He is so cute," Anna says. "You're sure he is Ok with all this?" "I think so," I say. "He seems it. But, it can't be easy after postponing our lovemaking and then me and you being together." "Maybe he needs some company now," Anna says. "Could be, but I don't want to leave you." "I think his bed can hold three," she says and grins. She leads me to the door and we walk hand in hand the short distance to Jimmy's room. I tap and open the door. Jimmy turns in bed, sees us and smiles. We walk to the foot of the bed and begin to separate to go on either side. "Wait," he calls out. Anna and I stop at the foot of the bed. Jimmy turns on the bed stand light. He looks at each of our naked bodies. There is wonder in his eyes. "I have honestly never seen anything as beautiful as the two of you," he says softly. We jump into bed and under the covers. We kiss. He breaks away and looks at me in horror. "Is that a womanly scent upon your lips, madam? Say it isn't so. A strange pussy has assaulted her lips," Jimmy cries out in another horrendous attempt at a British stage accent. "If you want to taste her pussy, mister, come here," says Anna. Jimmy faces her and they kiss. My heart leaps both in happiness and jealousy. "I do believe the boy enjoys the taste of pussy on a woman's lips," says Anna. I reach over to find a hard cock pushing against her stomach. "Don't let that guy get any ideas," I warn. "That territory is off-limits to men." Anna looks over his back to me and says, "I wouldn't say totally off-limits." I let the import of that sink in and lean over and kiss her. We lie back with Jimmy's arms around us and each of us with a hand on his erection. "Anna, this is a great weekend. Your uncle must be a cool guy to let you use this place. I mean he just leaves all his stuff here and never worries about it," said Jimmy. "Fuckin' A," Anna screams. "You're right, he does. What an idiot I am. Stay right here." A Complete Education Ch. 02 Anna jumps out of bed and runs to the door. She knocks over a small table with a pile of books. She bends from the waist to pick them up. We both are looking at her amazing ass. She then hurries out the door. We turn and read in our faces the thoughts in our heads. "Ass?" I say. "Wow," Jimmy replies. We hear Anna in her bedroom rummaging around. In a couple minutes she reappears in our room with her hands behind her back. She starts speaking but I doubt Jimmy is hearing the words. He, like I, are marveling at the tall, naked woman and her sensuous body. "...and since Uncle Edgar has been single for a few years, and I know he has girlfriends, I figure he must want to be prepared. So, I dug through his box of personal things he keeps in the closet and Voila!" Anna pulls her hand from behind her back and lets a string of condoms unfold from her fingers. "Wow," I scream. "Bye-bye blue balls," shouts Jimmy. We are all laughing as Anna pounces on us in the bed. "Easy," yells Jimmy, "you could break something." She pets his erection through the covers. "Gotcha, don't want to get this close to end up with equipment malfunction." She tosses the condoms to me and says, "No time like the present." I look at her and say, "Hey, there's no hurry. I mean it's only Thursday night or Friday morning, or whatever the hell time it is. I thought we could just sleep some more, do more snowshoeing, maybe make some naked snow angels, play Scrabble and Jimmy and I could get together tonight or even tomorrow. That's Ok with you, Jimmy, right?" I thought he was going to cry. "Mary, you are cruel. Jimmy, she is just shitting you. I am going to leave and do not want to see the whites of your asses until much, much later." I kissed her in gratitude and Jimmy followed my lead. The three of us kept our heads close together and shared another round of kisses. The last one between Anna and Jimmy involved a lot of tongue. I pulled the covers back exposing the large erection between us. "Anna, before you said that certain things were not automatically off-limits." "Mary, I didn't mean to imply..." "I know, Anna, but you are not grossed out by a dick, especially a hard one?" Anna looks at Jimmy's erection bobbing back and forth. "Certainly not by this one." I take a condom package and hand it to her. "Would you do the honors? That's if you don't mind, Jimmy." His wide grin was the answer I was hoping for. "Mary, why?" asks Anna. "Right now, you are two of my closest friends. In a very short time, you will be two of my best lovers. I want to share as much as I can among us. I don't expect you to sleep with Jimmy, although I would not be opposed to that. I don't expect, Jimmy to sleep with you. I've never discussed it with him. But, this will be the first time Jimmy and I are intimate, and I would love to have you share in that intimacy, even a little." Anna was tearing up and I kissed her. "You are amazing," she said. I nod. "Well, then since we are being right out there," Anna said, "I'd like to ask one other thing." "Sure." "Can I kiss Jimmy down there?" My pussy got wet and Jimmy's dick bounced. "If it's all right with Jimmy, I would love for you to do it." I got wetter thinking that my lover would be kissing the dick that would soon penetrate me. God, that was beyond intimate. We both turn to Jimmy. He smiled and reached his hand behind Anna's head and pulled her to him. He kissed her mouth. The kisses again turn passionate. Finally, she's free and bent to his waist. She licks the top of his erection. I watch in wonder. Slowly, she licks up and down the shaft and cuddles his balls in her hand. She next takes the head in her mouth and sucks gently. His length begins to disappear in her mouth. She can accommodate about half. She bobs up and down and frees him. She puts one last kiss on the tip and smiles at both of us. All this time Jimmy has been fondling her smooth ass as it bounces up and down. "That was nice," she says. She dries his dick with the sheet and rips open the condom. She unrolls it down his shaft. "Before you go," Jimmy says, "would you kiss Mary where my dick will be?" I knew he grasped the significance of what Anna just did. She would be a partner in our lovemaking. Jimmy wanted her with us on this journey. She crawled over him as I lay back and spread my legs. She kissed me all around and pushed her tongue inside. She spread my lips and licked my clit. I was already wet, but now I was flowing. She rose up and we kissed. I lay back. "Put Jimmy in me, Anna." I wondered if I had pushed too far. Jimmy and Anna looked at each other and, joyfully, they kissed, and he licked my essence from her mouth. He moved over me, his weight resting on his knees and his hands along side my shoulders. Anna reached down and took his hard dick and he let her pull him to my opening. She rubbed the tip up and down my slit and teased my clit with it. Using her other hand, she spread my lips and inserted his tip. I gasped as for the first time this beautiful dick moved inside me. Jimmy pushed and moved about a third of his length in. "Here is where I take my leave," Anna said. She moved down to kiss me. She kissed Jimmy. "Stay one more second," I asked. I nodded to Jimmy and he pushed in until our pubic hair mingled. Anna stroked his back as she watched him disappear inside me. She kissed the back of his head and fondled his balls as they lay against my ass. She then slowly moved off the bed and out of the room, closing the door behind her. Jimmy was now resting on his elbows. His dick filled me like no other. "Thank you, babe, that was special. Thank you for allowing Anna into our lovemaking." "Mary, I know this is not the time for talking, but I have never been this turned on in my life. I cannot believe I am inside you. I am blown away at what Anna did and that you allowed her to guide me to you. You are the most incredible woman I've ever known. I only worry that I am so turned on I may not last long enough and not live up to your expectations." "Jimmy, just having you inside me is fulfilling all my expectations. Everything else is gravy, babe, pure gravy. Besides, I believe we have more than one condom at our disposal." With that Jimmy kissed me and started moving. Not only his length but his thickness filled every part of my vagina. I had never felt so completely engaged. I loved it. I forced my mind away from comparing Jimmy to Peter. I just wanted to enjoy this experience and do it in the here and now. What Jimmy may have lacked in oral technique, he certainly overcame with how he could screw. His varied his pace in sync with my reactions. He pulled almost all the way out and then slowly stuffed me full again. At some point I mumbled harder, and he picked up the pace. Slowly pulling out but ramming hard back in. I loved it. I urged him harder and he pulled out quickly and rammed even more aggressively. I pulled his ass hard as he pushed back in to be sure I got every centimeter of the great cock in me. We were both sweating and I cried for more. He lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders. He pounded me with a corkscrew force I feared would split me. I also feared he would stop. I had already moved through two small orgasms but was quickly approaching my climax. "Get my clit," I moaned. He slid a hand on my now exposed and rigid clit and flicked and rubbed. I shook my head violently. He took it between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed a bit. I nodded vigorously. He squeezed hard. He pumped as strongly as he ever had and I screamed and pushed my hips up to meet him. I ground against his groin, and held his ass hard to keep him deep inside me. My vagina contracted around him and he growled and climaxed. We stayed tight to each other as both of our convulsions subsided. He rolled off me, but stayed inside. He was still semi-hard. "Mary, I..." "No words, love," I assured him. "Just hold me." We hugged and kissed. I felt the semi-hard cock grow. "You have got to be kidding me," I said. "I've wanted this for a long time," he replied. He started moving in and out. "Would you mind doggy-style," I asked. "Woof, woof," he said. Laughing, we maneuvered our bodies so he was kneeling behind. Sex should be fun and being able to share a laugh made me even hotter. My head rested on the bed. He began to move. I was a little tender, but the pain was exquisite. "Hard and fast, lover, and no mercy," I gasped. He took my direction and pounded hard keeping his strong hands on my hips pulling me towards him with every thrust until I came with a wild yell of "Fuck, fuck, fuck me babe, fuck me, babe." I collapsed on the bed and he fell on top of me. His hard dick still inside. "Does that thing know no end," I said over my shoulder. "And, what about worrying about not lasting?" "I got over that and I think it's found a home," he said between kisses on my bare back. "Don't you want to come again?" I asked. "Sure. I don't think it will take too long. Just lie there, I'll do all the work." I was not sure my pussy or my nervous system could take another round. I was about to protest until I felt him moving so slowly in and out as I lay face down, his body gliding over mine, his dick moving along my butt as he kept pushing in. This time his tip rubbed directly on my g-spot. "Oooooh," was the most comprehendable thing I could say. Jimmy kept an excruciatingly slow pace that made me cum three times before he picked up the speed and let out a long "aaahhh" and fell upon my back. This time he rapidly grew soft until he slipped out side. We both rolled on our backs holding hands. I got up and peeled off the condom that was full of his seed. I tied a knot in it and set it on the floor. I crawled in his arms, he pulled up the covers. And we slept. * (This is a good place to take a break. Again, if you want to keep on this journey to A Complete Education with our lovers, let me know by voting, commenting or emailing. There are a couple days left at the cabin we haven't covered and I think we may want to check in on Peter and his cousins. Also, Anna has an interesting story of her own to tell. If you have a preference for what you'd like to hear about next, let me know. If you've had enough, that's cool. I hope you had some fun along the way.) A Complete Education Ch. 02 "So you're Edgar's son." "Yeah." "I guess that makes us related, somehow, since my son is your half-brother. So are you my half-son?" She grinned at me, and it was a warm, disarming smile. "I dunno, I guess that could be the term. I'm sorry for the way that things went with my father." "No, it's good. I mean, I'm really excited about the whole process. He's not who I would have picked for a father, but he's good. He's supportive, although at first he didn't want me to keep the child." "Are you all set for raising the child?" "I have to move back in with my parents. They're supportive, too. Hey, Morag's going to be looking for a new roommate. You interested?" I wasn't sure if it was a serious offer. I looked at Morag, and she just smiled cryptically. "You want some breakfast? Cereal is pretty much all we got." I sat down beside Morag, and she put her hand on my thigh as I poured out a bowl of Shreddies. That evening, I got home to find a note on the counter from my mother, asking me if I could go get groceries. I took the list down from the fridge, and went out to the store. As I was passing by the pharmacy section, I noticed the contraceptives section. I turned the shopping cart into the aisle, and scanned through, until I found a green box marked 'large'. I grinned, and put them into my cart, and later found myself blushing as the cute girl at the checkout fumbled with them. I got home and began unpacking the groceries, just as my mother drove up in the driveway. "Oh good, you got the groceries." "Yeah." She began unpacking them. "Oh. Are these yours?" I turned to see her looking at the box of condoms. "Oh, um." We stood there, awkwardly for what seemed like an eternity. "No, that's good. I mean, it's good that you're being responsible." "Yeah." "You want me to put them up in your room?" I nodded, and poured myself some water to moisten my parched throat. "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, and I guess this is as good a time as any." "Okay," I said, completely unsure of what the talk would be about. I could tell that it was something she felt awkard about, too. I continued to put groceries away, afraid to turn and face her. "I'm sure it's awkard to your lifestyle, living here with me. There are probably times when you'd like to bring a woman home without having to worry about me getting in the way. And there are times I'd like to do the same. So maybe we should be a bit more open about who we're seeing, what we're doing. I don't mind spending an evening out if you want the place to yourself." I nodded. "That makes sense." "So is there anyone you want to tell me about?" "There's a girl," I nodded. "What's she like?" "She's nice, she's really smart." "And cute?" "Yeah, she's cute." "Blonde? Brunette?" "Brunette." "What's her name?" "Morag." "And you've been having sex?" I tried to act casual, but I was annoyed with her questions. "Yes." Who did she think she was, asking me about my sex life? What right did she have? "Well that's great, son." "And how about you? Anyone you'd like to tell me about?" She shrugged the question off. "No, I'm not seeing any guys right now." "Any women, then?" I asked angry that she wasn't taking me seriously. "What?" She looked up, flabbergasted at my suggestion. "Any of my teachers, perhaps?" "Did she tell you? Did Jemima tell you?" she yelled. "What does it matter?" "Fucking bitch. I'm gonna kill her." "She'd kick you're ass," I said. My mother spun and swung her arm out catching me hard across the face. She swung to slap me a second time but I caught her arm, and twisted it behind her back. I expected her to scream out, to tell me to let her go; if she had screamed out, I would have let go, but she didn't. She still twisted, trying to get free, but I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tight against me. She pulled her arm free, so I wrapped my other arm around her shoulders. I wasn't sure why we were fighting. I wasn't even sure that we were fighting. In her struggling form, I became aware of her lithe body, her muscles, her anatomy. She turned her head back to try to look at me, and from the glimpse I caught of her face, I could see that she wasn't angry, or frightened. She had the expression of an athlete. Someone fully engaged in what they were doing. I wondered if she could feel me against her ass, my hard erection. I wasn't thinking about sex—at least, not until I became aware of my own erection, but my body had been roused. She hooked a leg around mine, digging her high heel into my calf, and I crumpled to my knees. She turned, grabbed me by the shoulders, and tackled me onto the hardwood floor. I found myself looking up at her as she straddled me, her blouse torn, her skirt pulled up around her thighs. I looked straight into her eyes, and she stared straight back at me, her eyes wild and distant. She slapped me again. I didn't want to move; I wanted to lie here beneath her forever. But what was impossible. The moment we stopped fighting, we'd have to get up, separate, and apologize, and this incredible intimacy would be over. She slapped me again, and I realized why: she didn't want to stop fighting, either. I grabbed both her arms and pulled her down ontop of me, and rolled her over. She wrapped her legs around me, struggling not to break free of me, but just to keep struggling. I pressed her arms flat on the floor, and took a moment to realize where we were. Her skirt was now all the way up around her waist, and my loins were pressed at the apex of her thighs. She had to be able to feel my cock against her. My body lay ontop of her, my chest upon her breasts. She there was a bead of sweat on her face, and I held her there and watched it run down over her brow. I held her arms in my hands. She held my hips with her legs. Again we seemed to be at an impasse. Then she pursed her lips and spit at me. I watched her eyes, trying to figure out what it meant, but I couldn't read her. I wanted to say something, but I had no words. It was like we predated language, trying to explore our situation, or relationship, without the aid of words. So I spit back at her: a gob of saliva on her upper lip. My mother stuck out her tongue and licked her lip, sucking my spit into her mouth. Her lips were parted, her breathing heavy. I leaned down upon her, stunned that I was about to kiss my mother on the lips. "Let me go," she said it so quietly that I barely heard it, but I had been looking at her lips as she spoke. I let go of her arms, and she rolled me off of her, then ran up the stairs. I listened to the door slam. There were signs of our struggle all over. Furniture out of place, a jug of milk that had fallen off the counter. I began cleaning up, trying to get ahold of what had happened. I couldn't understand. Had it been fighting, or had it been sex? Had I violated her in some way? I hoped I hadn't. I finished cleaning up, then went upstairs, and listened at her door. Silence. I went to my room, my mind return to Morag, and I hurried to see if she had sent me an email. A Complete Education Ch.03 I woke up thinking about the fight. Before last night, I hadn't fought anyone—not in the physical sense of the word—since fifth grade. And my mother and I had ended up wrestling. And not in the WWE sense of the word, but like amateur wrestling, with the constant embrace and struggle for control. I was ashamed to have fought her. I was even more ashamed to have been turned on by her close, tense body. But things had changed with my mother ever since the night I saw her and Ms Magunderson. I got dressed and went downstairs, tempted to slip out the front door, and avoid my mother. But she heard me, and called out cheerfully: "Hey Sean." "Hi mom," I said. "I made you some breakfast." "Great." It seemed like we were just going to pretend that last night hadn't happened. I sat down at the table, and helped myself to some bacon and pancakes. No, this was different. My mother never made breakfast for me on a weekday. She sat down at the table and poured herself some orange juice. "So we need to talk about last night." I just continued eating, since it was easier than talking. "I have to apologize. I was grumpy. I had a bad day," she said, fidgeting with her fork in the silence that followed. "And, I guess it's hard for me to accept that you're growing up and sometime soon you'll move out. I've had issues with trust since your father left." "Yeah, I'm sorry too. I hope I didn't hurt you." "No, of course not," she said, drinking her orange juice. "I want you to know that I'm actually really happy that you've got a girl in your life. I'd like to meet her." I thought of the huge lie that Vernon had concocted for me: that the woman I was showing up at college with was actually my lover. "I'm not sure that's a good idea." "Well, if you want me to stay out of that part of your life, that's fine too." "Mom, I've got a big problem," I said, making up my mind to come clean with the lie. She reached across and put a hand on sympathetically on mine. "One of my friends saw me arrive at school with you, and was wondering who you are, and then Vernon started this rumour that you were my girlfriend." "Oh. Aren't I a little old?" "Well, they thought you were around 28." "And don't you have this other girlfriend? Why do you need to pretend?" "Well, Vernon's idea is that it would make Morag—that's my girlfriend—jealous and feel more attracted to me. Pretty stupid idea." "Well, Vernon's right about that: sometimes a woman doesn't know she's attracted to a man until she sees that man with another woman. But yeah, it's a stupid idea to pretend that I'm your girlfriend." "Yeah, that's what I thought, but it's gone so far that I'm not sure I can do anything about it. I feel like it's all out of my control." "Well, I'm not sure about what advice I can give you." "Yeah, I just needed to tell someone, because I feel bad about it. I never meant to use you." "No, I know you didn't, honey. The opposite sex, or sometimes even the same sex, make us do things we don't mean to. If you need to lie, you do it. Don't worry about me." I smiled at her, relieved that she understood. "Thanks, mom." "Now eat your breakfast or we're going to be late." I felt at peace, as we drove to school. One of my two big problems seemed solved, at least somewhat: while I still felt guilty about lying to Morag, at least there would be less chance of being found out. Of course, I still had a tremendous crush on my mother, but I could deal with that. She pulled up infront in the loading zone. "Any of your friends around?" she asked. "No," I said, doing a quick glance over my shoulder. "No, wait, there's Oscar." "Where?" I pointed to where Oscar was walking across the parking lot, coming in our general direction. "Okay, give me a kiss," mom said. I didn't think anything of it, as we gave each other a little peck on the cheek most mornings. But as I turned to her, she planted her open lips over mine. "Play along," she whispered. "I'm doing this for you." I opened my mouth, my heart beating painfully. I could feel her breath, her lubricious lips. "Okay, have a good day," she said, breaking the kiss. She smiled warmly at me, a motherly smile. I tried my best to give a sonly smile back, then slipped out of my car. Oscar was waiting for me by the revolving door. "Dude, she's so hot. You've got to introduce us sometime." I shrugged, uninterested. "I'm late for class." "Better wipe the lipstick off. You look totally gay." I raised my hand to my mouth, and rubbed my lips, then looked at the red stain on my hands. My mother's lipstick. God. Any other class and I would have skipped out, gone to the washroom, and masturbated. But Ms Magunderson didn't tolerate lateness. I ran through the halls toward the English department, catching the door just as Ms Magunderson was closing it from within. She gave me a frown, but to my relief, didn't say anything. I had a hard time concentrating on Magunderson's class at the best of times. With her tight skirts, white blouses, horn-rimmed glasses and tousled black hair, any guy would be distracted. Some of the girls, too. But today, I couldn't even concentrate on her body. Her body I had seen naked, next to my mother's. Instead, my thoughts went to that latter woman, my mother. We had fought, and we had kissed, like lovers. We had kissed where others had seen us. How great was the threat of discovery? What hung in the balance of our secret? Beyond Vernon, none of my university aquantances had met my mother. And I had met none of her colleagues. We had different last names, since my mother had never changed her's from her maiden name, so we could probably not worry about anyone piecing things together. No doubt she meant nothing sexual by the kiss. No doubt she's merely trying to patch things up after the fight, doing whatever a mother can to earn her son's forgiveness. But what if part of her enjoyed it? What if part of her thrilled at the kiss, as so much of me did? I shook the thoughts back to gorgeous Ms Magunderson just in time: "Now, Byatt's title is not the first book to play on the anagram of insect and incest. Can anyone tell me another book? Sean?" I tried to come up with an intelligent response, despite the salacious and appropriate subject of the question. "Ummm, I'm really not sure." "I well-read young man such as yourself? Surely you must be able to form a reasonable guess." I felt myself blushing as she sauntered over to the desk. She loved to make her students squirm, and I was completely pinned beneath her gaze. I heard Julie, the girl who sat to my left, giggle. "Cider House Rules?" "No." "The Shipping News?" I guessed, trying to name books that I knew to contain incest. "Think more literary." "Ada or Ardour?" "See, I knew you'd be able to form an intelligent guess. I had hoped that since it's the next book on our cirriculum, some eager student had already read that far. But I guess we'll start in on that next week. You should read the first 120 pages by then. Sean, would you mind staying after class? The rest of you can leave." Their leaving was as rats from a sinking ship, quiet and efficient. Ms Magunderson smiled politely as she watched them go, closed the door behind the last, and locked it. Then she turned to me, walked to the desk immediately in front ot it, and sat down on it, crossing her legs and setting her feet upon the chair. "Now Sean, I received a curious call from your mother last night." "Oh?" I said, hoping that this wasn't leading where I thought it was. "It would seem that you told your mother that I told you that she and I had a sexual relationship. Is that true?" Her manner was poisonously sweet. "It's actually not exactly true," I said. "Oh?" "She asked me if you told me, and I said that it didn't matter." "Ah, I see." She drummed her fingers on the desktop. "A little misunderstanding. You can go then." I stood up and started toward the door. "Although my question would be, then, how did you know?" "Sorry?" "You told your mother that you knew that we were having an affair, and she asked if I told you, and you said it didn't matter." "Correct," I said, beginning to sweat. "So how did you know we had a relationship?" I didn't say anything. Ms Magunderson rarely asked a question without already knowing the answer, and I could see her working it out. "You saw us, didn't you, you little pervert. When was it? When we were out in the car? Or that time in the shower? Or when we were on the couch? Or—" she caught something in my face that gave me away. "On the couch? That time? With the shampagne bottle? Where were you, at the top of the stairs?" I shook my head. "Tell me where," she command, her voice rising almost to a yell. "Behind the couch." "Oh my god, you are a little pervert. Were you back there masturbating while your mother and I fucked? God, that disgusts me." She shifted her legs, and I couldn't help looking down. "Sit down," she said, and I started to sit in the chair closest to me, the one that happened to be closest to the door. "Not there, over here," she said, pointing to the chair infront of her. Again, I did as she asked. "This may be hard for you to understand, but I love your mother. In the the sense of an errant fling, but in the sense of real, deep, comantic love. Like I've never loved another person. And I'll be damned if you screw it up or do anything to turn her against me." I nodded dumbly, as she stood, stepped forward, and then slid onto my desk, her legs dangling off the side. "However, since you're going to do what I say, and help things work out between her and I, I suppose I can make it worth your while," she said, and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. "Do you understand what I mean by that?" I was pretty sure I understood, but I couldn't stand to admit it. "By worth your while, I mean blow your fucking mind." She swung her legs around, one suddenly on either side of me, her skirt hiked up above the tops of her stockings. The door rattled, someone trying to get in, and I started to rise, but Ms Magunderson didn't even flinch. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down into my seat. "Wow, that's a lot to think about," I said. "Can I have some time to think about it?" "There's nothing for you to think about. This isn't a negotiation," she said, unbuttoning a couple more buttons. Her shirt hung open down to her skirt, and I could see her white bra beneath, and where it deftly sculpted her cleavage together into two gently touching orbs. "You like my breasts?" she asked, reaching her hand inside her shirt, and I looked away. "Don't look away. Do you like my breasts?" "Yes," I stammered, looking back at them. "Good. You like to watch me touch them?" "Yes," I admitted, the word coming easier this time. "Yeah, you like to watch, you pervert. You ever done more than just watched? You ever fucked, Sean?" I opted for honesty, and shook my head. "Oh? You're a virgin? Your mother was right. That's a rarity at your age. You aren't saying that just to turn me on?" "No." "Have you kissed a girl?" "Yes," I said, my thoughts going back to my mother this morning. "How much have you done?" she asked, her hand working her left breast more actively. "Ummm, I've made out. I've been between a woman's breasts." "Like a titfuck?" "Uh, yeah. And I've had a handjob, And a bit of oral." I said, embarrassed enough by what I said to elaborate and say that all of that had happened within the last 48 hours. "That's all good, but it's not fucking. What do you say, Sean? How'd you like to lose that pesky virginity right here and now?" I was floored. I couldn't believe this was all happening. It was too much, too fast for me to comprehend. "Go ahead, stick your hand up my skirt," she gasped, pulling her shirt wider open, then shrugging her bra-straps down. Each of her hands slipped inside one of those wide bra-cups. I did as she asked, sliding my fingers up the inside of her thigh, very gently, cautiously. I felt her panties, silky and moist, and stroked them gently. "Don't be a fucking pussy," she sneered. "Sorry," I said, drawing my hand away. "No, put your hand back," she said, taking my wrist with both her hands and pulling my hand up into her crotch. "There's a time for being gentle, but this isn't it. Molest me. Mmmm, that's better," she moaned as pulled her panties to the side and pushed the flat of my hand against her moist quim. "You're a virgin, you've got years of pent up lust. Use it. How old are you, nineteen?" "Yeah," I moaned, barely hearing her. "I already had my fifty mission cap when I was your age. I fucked so much. But I did it just for the sake of fucking. I liked the idea of it. But my body didn't work as well as it does now. Get your fingers inside me. I'm a well-oiled fucking machine, now." "Uh," I articulated, staring back at her breasts. "Your cock is hard, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Take it out. No, keep that hand inside me," she said wrapping her thighs tightly around my hand. "Keep fingerfucking me." I did as she instructed, using my left hand to unfasten my belt, my right hand still lodged inside her. "Yeah, that's nice. Not bad at all," she said, looking down at my cock as it emerged from my pants. "There's something about raw, virgin cock. You know how lucky you are? Most guys lose their virginity to some awkward, fumbling girl. But not you, you lucky little pervert." I moaned. "You like that? You like it when I call you a pervert?" I nodded, unsure of why the word got me turned on. She adjusted her glasses. "Cause that what you are, a little perverted momma's boy who gets hot for the authority figures in his life. His momma and his teacher. I bet you like lady cops, too, huh? Or lady doctors or nurses? And nuns?" I nodded. She had me pegged. "Yeah, probably has to do with you coming from a broken household," she said, reaching down and wrapping her hand around my cock. "Yeah, there's a lot of guys with those types of fantasies. But how many had a teacher as hot as me, and how many got to fuck her?" She stood suddenly, hooked her fingers under her panties, pulled them down to the floor and stepped out of them, then harshly pushed the desk out of the way, then pulled my trousers and my shorts down around my knees. "Maybe I should make you eat me, first. Would you like that? To eat my pussy?" I nodded. "Say it." "I'd like that." "You'd like what? Say it." "I want to eat your pussy." "Want?" "Need. I need to eat you." "That's better. If you need to, then I guess I'd better let you." She straddled me, then hooked one leg over my shoulder, her high-heel sticking down between my back and the chair, her pussy pressing in against my face. I moaned, and stuck out my tongue, licking at her clit. "Don't just tease me, eat me. If I wanted someone gentle, I would have asked Julie to stay. Perverts shouldn't be gentle." I immediately remembered the previous week. She had asked Julie to stay after class. Was this what they were doing? When I thought about it, it wasn't the first time she asked Julie to stay. I pushed my whole face against her pussy, feeling her juices against my nose, stinging my eyes, mixing with my saliva. "Mmmm, that's hot," she said, humping against me. "Yeah, I like fucking your face. Fucking your big nose," she said as her lips spread open against me. "Now lick my clit," she said, pressing her finger against it as a visual aid, though I had to lean back enough to see where she was indicating. I tilted my head further back and began licking. "Yeah, fuck your slutty teacher." "Oh yeah, you're such a slut," I moaned. "What did you say?" she said, stepping back from me. "Nothing," I mumbled. "No, you called me a slut, didn't you?" "Yes." "That's good. That's the first dirty thing you've said all day." She pressed her pussy against my face again. "It's good to talk dirty. I love talking dirty. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people who limit their vocabulary, either to . Copulate can be a dirty word, if you say it right. Or mate. As in, I'm about to mate with my best friend's son." I moaned. "I'm a slut. What else?" "Huh?" "What other words, beside slut." "Whore?" I called up from beneath her gyrating hips. "Uh huh," she moaned. "What else?" "Bitch?" "Yeah." "Tramp. Strumpet. Prostitute. Courtesan." "I like that one. So proper. More, baby." "Harlot. Filthy cunt." "Oh!" She reached down behind her back and grasped me in her hand, sliding her pussy down over my shirt as she did so. She lowered herself until her pussy rested just against the head of my cock. "A man is forever owned by the woman who claims his virginity. And you're mine." She plunged down, and my cock flared up inside her. I closed my eyes, then opened them to find her eyes only inches from my own. "I think you'll find it's not such a bad thing to be owned. To be a possession. I take care of my possessions." She lifted up, and plunged down again, harder this time, not stopping but bouncing back up. "Yeah, that's a nice phallus. So thick and hard," she arched her back, and led my mouth to those breasts. I raised a hand to one breast, while I sucked on the other, sucking as much as I could into my mouth, then closed my teeth against her nipple. I couldn't believe how good it felt: the heat of her quim wrapped around me, working up and down on me. "Imagine if your mother found out that we fucked. Imagine if she walked in on us right now." "I'd fuck her too," I said, feeling liberated by Ms Magunderson's pussy. "Oh yeah, that's so nasty. Make her eat my pussy while you fuck her hard?" "Yeah. Then make her suck my balls while I fuck you." "Oh god, Sean." She reached down behind her back and stroked my balls as she slipped up and down. "You can tease my ass." She said it pleadingly, and I understood now how the tables were turning. I reached around and squeezed her ass, slipped a finger down to her stretched pussy, and coated it with her juices, then slipped it back up to her asshole, and pressed. "Oh, be gentle," she cooed. "I'm not gentle. I'm a pervert." I slipped my finger in a couple inches, to the second joint, and she cried out loudly, then buried her head in my shoulder, whimpering. Was it painful for her? Or just really intense? She kept riding. "You like that, you whorish teacher? You like my finger in your ass?" She moaned. "Say it." "I love it, I love your finger in my ass." "Yeah, you love being sodomized by my finger," I said, attempted to say it firmly even as my voice cracked. "I'm gonna cum," she moaned, throwing one of her legs over my shoulder to plunge down even deeper against me. She kissed me for the first time, a gentle, passionate kiss, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. "Oh yes, you pervert!" "I'm cumming too," I moaned, and thrust my hips up. She clutched my head to her breasts, and our bodies rocked back and forth together, quaking with our orgasms. It was so incomparable to what I had experienced previously, masturbating or even sliding between Morag's breasts. I lay beneath her tremoring body, my cock still hard within her. I knew that I was late for my next class. I didn't care. I had fucked my hot teacher. As Ms Magunderson said, how many guys could honestly say that? She stood, and gave me a contemptuous look. "Pervert." She began buttoning up her shirt, then looked down to where my cum was leaking out of the inside of her pussy, down her thigh. "Lick it up," she said, apparently back in control. "Lick me clean." "I leaned forward, and slurped my cum from her thigh, unable to resist her command. How had it happened that I had taken control during sex? As I gagged a bit, swallowing my ejaculate, I tried to understand how it was possible that during sex, I had controlled this woman who completely terrified me. A Complete Education Ch. 03 Anna narrates what happens next in the cabin.) Waking up around 9 am on Friday morning, I assumed Mary and Jimmy had screwed themselves into a coma since it was so quiet in their room. I pulled on my wool socks and after tending to my morning bathroom, started making coffee dressed in my nightie. After snowing all night the driveway was full of drifts. If it didn't let up soon we could have problems digging out on Sunday. I was still staring out the window when I heard sounds behind me. I turned to see two gloriously naked people walking my way. "Good morning," they said in near unison. "And, good morning to you. If it isn't Babe and Fuck-Me-Babe." Mary and Jimmy turned crimson. "A little loud?" Mary asked. "Well, let's just say I understand why Jimmy was concerned about coyotes." I opened my arms and welcomed the beaming lovers. "Coffee smells awesome," said Jimmy, as he pecked my cheek. "Help yourself." I told him that I'd make breakfast. He and Sally filled mugs. Jimmy walked to the large window overlooking the woods, while Mary rested her mug on the counter, slipped her arms around my waist and laid her head against my chest. "Thank you, love. I am so lucky to have you in my life and so blown away by your support." I kissed the top of her head. "Really, that good?" "Oh my god, it was the best sex with a guy I've ever had. He touched parts of me with his dick I didn't even know I had. I'm sore right now, but it was totally worth it." "I'm almost jealous," I said while stroking her bare back. Mary turned her face to mine and we kissed. "There's a cure for that jealousy," she said with a sly smile. "Mary, I haven't been with a man for about two years." "So, what difference does that make?" "Hell, I bet he wouldn't even want to do it, anyway." Mary laughed. "Sure. Why would he want to go to bed with a gorgeous, smart, funny, sensitive babe with a killer bod? You're right. I'm sure he'd have zero interest." Not getting drawn into her sarcasm, I said, "Mary, he really cares for you. I could tell that the moment I saw you two together. Maybe, he wouldn't want to jeopardize what you guys just started. Besides, I never said I wanted to sleep with him." After a long kiss Mary said, "Do you?" I kissed her back. My mind raced with conflicting answers. I mostly enjoyed being with women. Mary and I were moving closer and I wanted that to continue. Would sleeping with Jimmy harm our relationship? What about my other lover? Then again, I've come to really like Jimmy. He is a genuinely good person. Plus, he's handsome, got a super tight bod and a very good looking dick, both hard and soft. Conclusion: I was totally fucking confused. I gazed at him standing in front of the window. He was so relaxed and unguarded, even though nude. I noticed how the light was catching the contours of his body. I felt a reaction deep inside. Yes, I thought, I would enjoy having that body. Right now, though, I wanted to preserve this vision so I could paint it. I kissed Mary and said, "Can we pick this up later? I want to capture Jimmy as he's standing there." She followed my eyes and nodded as she saw the beauty and the simple eroticism of the naked man in the window. I grabbed my phone. "Jimmy, can I take a couple pictures? I want to do a nude study of you and this light is fantastic." He didn't move; just turned his head. Looking at me, he smiled and nodded. "Shit," I thought, "I really do want to fuck him." I switched to the camera function and took a bunch of pictures from various angles. He just sipped his coffee and looked at the swirling snow, oblivious to my jumping around. Mary was standing next to me, also taking pictures with her phone. "Jimmy, if I pulled a chair up would you mind sitting in it and letting me shoot some more?" "No prob." I pulled the overstuffed leather chair so it caught the morning light, filtered by the snow. He sat, but something wasn't right. "Could you hang one leg over the arm of the chair?" As he did so, his dick came into full view. That was what I wanted—almost. "Jimmy, could you put your dick sorta' on top of your leg?" "Anna, come put it anywhere you want." "Was there a double meaning there?" I wondered. I took the warm and soft member and stretched it along his thigh. This was the first time I touched it when it was soft and enjoyed the feel. The light illuminated his shaft, while making his balls slightly disappear in shadow. I loved the effect. After several shots, I knew I had what I needed to begin some oils of a nude. Mary said, "Take a picture of us together?" She sat on the chair where Jimmy's leg was, straddling the arm. Her pussy was spread. She took Jimmy's hand and laid it along her thigh. They turned to me and smiled. I checked the image. The light was perfect to clearly show his dick and her open pussy, along with her breasts and extended nipples. I took some snaps and Mary asked me to also use her camera. I did so. Jimmy stood and stretched. "Guys, I suggest this is the perfect morning for naked snow angels." He walked to the front door. Turning he said, "Anyone else?" I figured what the hell, pulled my nightie and socks off and trotted after him. "No fuckin' way," called Mary. "But, I'll be happy to take pictures." We laughed at her standing half naked in a parka and boots. He pulled the door open. The drifts on the porch were over a foot deep. As the cold grabbed our feet, he took my hand and we scampered down the steps. Mary stood at the top and clicked away. Jimmy turned and flopped back into the deep snow and began moving his arms and legs to create the angel. I picked a spot next to him and copied his movements. Mary was howling as she took pictures. Jimmy got up and held his hand to me. Rising, he pulled me toward a large drift. I screamed "No", but he dragged me and we plunged in belly first. My nipples, already hard, became bullets and the snow slipped up my pussy. Not a completely enjoyable feeling. Screaming I started back toward the porch, but he caught me by the waist and plopped me fanny first into the drift. This time it was like a snow wedgie. "You're freakin' freezing my pussy," I yelled, gasping for air because of the cold and my uncontrollable laughter. Jimmy reached to help me up and I jerked him forward. Losing balance he landed on top of me. I felt his dick between my legs and my breasts against his chest. We looked at each other, still laughing. Jimmy became silent and moved in to kiss me. I responded fully and slipped my arms around him. The heat between our legs overcame the snow lodged there. After a lovingly long time, he broke and kissed my nose. He pushed himself up and again offered his hand. Taking a handful of snow, I smooshed it into his dick. "This should cool that down," I said as it began to shrink. He laughed and once more offered his hand. I shook my head and grabbed his dick. Using it, I hauled myself up. Only then, I thought about Mary and how this must look to her. I turned to her and she was smiling ear to ear. We raced back to the house. "Freezing!" was all I could say. "You two should get in the shower right now," Mary said. "Actually, I think there's room for three," offered Jimmy. In a minute, three naked bodies enjoyed the hot water and a crazy mélange of hands cleaning every place on our bodies—some places more thoroughly than others. And the shrinkage from the snow was dramatically gone. A beautiful boner now bounced among us. We dried and I said let's bundle on the couch. Jimmy stocked the fire and we snuggled nude under the fleece blankets. He was still erect. "God, that was crazy," I said. "Yeah, but fun," Jimmy replied. "Great photo ops," Mary added. "I'm going to send some to Kelsey. I promised her," Mary said. She selected a couple with her and Jimmy and a couple of me and Jimmy in the snow. There was nothing left to the imagination in any of the shots. With Jimmy in the middle, holding each of our hands, we continued to warm ourselves, soon drifting off for a nap. The chirp of Mary's cell phone roused me. I awoke to find Mary snuggled next to me and Jimmy bounding about the kitchen. The smell of bacon made my stomach growl. Mary answered her phone to find a return message from Kelsey. "im so f'ing jealous. need to hr all dets. tit 4 tat" Mary opened the attached picture to find Kelsey and her sister showing their tits. We called Jimmy over. "Nice racks," he said. "How old's her sister?" "Devon is 18," Mary answered. "Can definitely see a family resemblance," Jimmy announced the food was ready. Wrapped in blankets, Mary and I made our way to the counter and enjoyed the breakfast Jimmy laid out. "I was supposed to do this," I said between bites. "You two looked so beautiful sleeping together, I couldn't possibly disturb you." Looking at Mary, our affection for each other reflected in our eyes. We both shifted to look at Jimmy and again my stomach flipped seeing him nude. Jimmy cleaned up and rejoined us under the blanket, after loading another couple logs on the fire. "So, it sounded like last night was a success?" I asked. "Major success," said Jimmy. "Mary, it was everything I ever hoped and beyond my greatest fantasy. You are an incredible lover." I felt a chill at his honesty and the way he allowed his emotions to come out. "And, Anna, having you part of it was so special. Thank you." He kissed me and I returned the affection. "My only regret..." he started. Mary and I looked at him. "Well?" asked Mary. "My only regret is that I could not make Mary cum like she does when you and she are together." "Jimmy, babe, I came like crazy. Really, it was the best sex ever." "Not with my mouth. Not like Anna made you cum. There was no coyote howling." "Honey, it's different with Anna and me. That doesn't mean I did not freaking love last night. The best. Just, the best." "But, I want to be able to give you more," he said. I thought I better intervene before this goes way off track. "So, you really want to know how to please a woman using something besides your dick?" Jimmy smiled and nodded. "But, I still want to use my dick," he said. "Understood," I agreed and decided to give Jimmy a course in pleasing a woman orally. "Well, I am about to divulge the secrets of hall of fame pussy-eaters. Do you swear to hold these secrets dear and never use them to the detriment of fair maidens?" Mary laughed. "If the maidens were so fair, I doubt they'd be letting some guy munch between their legs." "Point taken," I said. "Ok, do you swear to love the pussy and respect it for something other than a warm place holder for your dick?" Jimmy took a moment and smiled. "If the pussies are as beautiful as the two next to me, I swear not only to respect them, but to love, honor and obey them." "Good enough," I said. "Now, the first thing is for you to unlearn a bunch of bullshit about oral sex that most guys take as gospel. Listen and learn, Jimmy." "Sure," he said. "I'm all ears. But, what's the second thing?" "Practice, practice, practice," I told him. I began my philosophy of pussy-loving. "First, appreciate the pussy. This is an extremely sensitive area of our anatomy. The whole vulva, clit, vagina, even the insides of our thighs and the skin right above our pussy—it's sensitive. So, thinking that that three-day growth looks sexy is one thing, but we do not appreciate having sandpaper rubbed around these areas. If you want a woman to enjoy oral, get acquainted with a razor. Sometimes I think one reason women like women giving them oral is that there is smooth skin next to their pussy. "Now, let's talk hygiene. Maybe some guys think our sex is a dirty place. If a guy thinks that way, he's never going to amount to anything. If that's a guy's outlook, then spare us both and keep your puss out of our pussy. "But our pussy is not a dirty place and it's very important to us. We spend time keeping it clean. You're going to put your fingers inside a precious place. So, guys should have clean hands and fingers. And for god sake, clip your nails. That is extra-sensitive territory you're entering. "Those are the basics, Jimmy. Next let's deal with myths. "The first myth is that oral sex is simply foreplay. For some women oral sex is the endgame. For others, it's an important part of foreplay, but not all the time. Sometimes—straight, gay or bi—oral is what she wants right now and all she wants right now. "For many guys, oral is a stopping point along the way. You know, like 'I better do something here so I can stick my dick in her.' So, a lot of guys do something down there and hope it's enough so they get a ticket to their final destination. "Look, I understand. Guys want to stick their dicks in places. That's why they get hard-ons. The essential drive for a guy is to put it somewhere. Straight or gay, guys want to stick it in. Again, some women really like it—I've enjoyed it a bit—but oral can't just be a token to earn a hall pass for the dick to meet the pussy. "Second myth is all girls are the same below the waist. Sadly, most guys have no clue what's down there. They look at it, but again they don't seem to see it. Their main goal is to stick in the thing that doesn't have an eye. But, Jimmy, we are all different. We look different, we have different areas that are more sensitive than others, and we react differently to how we are touched. "Just as a dick is an amazing piece of engineering that can go from totally soft to rock hard in seconds, a woman is an intricate design. We have layers and those layers mean something. So, when guys think that touching or kissing or even licking one spot is the same as doing it to another, you're wrong. "Third myth is technique. I know there are a lot of stories about this technique or that technique that will rock her world. Forget it. Guys get so hung up on doing everything right, in the proper order for the appropriate length of time that they miss all the signs. "For example, freshmen year I was on the basketball team. Right before the season we had a mixer with the men's team. It was supposed to build a sense of camaraderie among the two teams. What it really was a mini-meat market. And, for that it was successful. I was this mostly naïve kid and was in awe of our own upper-class women players and some of the men. The guys made the Sweet Sixteen the year before, and the ones returning were sorta' famous. "Anyway, I see this beautiful guy and I remembered him playing last year. He's about six-seven, great body, nice hair and the prettiest face on a man that I ever saw. I am just staring and he comes over and starts chatting. I am almost bowled over, but I talk with him. He's kinda' charming--in a goofy sorta' way. So, he asks me if I want to go somewhere. Now, I was naïve, but not stupid. I figure if we just wanted to talk, we could stay in the gym. "We end up in his room and start making out. Well, I'll spare you the gory details but we screwed. It was nice. He had a great body and a decent dick. Not as nice or as big as yours, if you're wondering. So anyway we start seeing each other, which is a nice way to say we screw every chance we get. After a bit, I mention that I really enjoy oral. I did so after like the tenth blow job I gave him. "He gives me a look and says "Ok, sure. How about next time?" "I figure what the fuck, does he not know how to do it or what? Come to find out, I was right on target. "So, a couple nights later we're in bed, all naked and sweaty. He says, 'Should I go down on you now?' "If you have to ask, I'm thinking... But my pussy would like some attention so I smile and say "Oh, yes, please" or some shit like that. "So down he goes and plunges right in. He's doing something but I can't understand what. Then it hits me. He's writing the fuckin' alphabet with this tongue on what he must think is my clit. Shit, I thought that was just some dumb story that became an urban legend, but that's what he was doing. "A couple problems. First, if he was writing, he had lousy penmanship. He was all over the place, plus I think he was dyslexic. Also, he did not have good concentration, I think he got to "H" and lost his place and the next thing I know he's back to "A'. Finally, I moaned, thanked him and let him fuck me. Truthfully, he wasn't that good at fucking either. That was the last time we were together. "So, forget the stupid technique you read in Playboy or Penthouse or some other place." Jimmy looked between Mary and me. "I think I understand, but what do I do?" "Do you think you are pleasing Mary when you are together?" "Well, we only did oral once. I liked it, but she wasn't reacting like when she was with you. I mean with you she was screaming." "You want to make her scream?" "More than anything." He had the most sincere look. "Jimmy, that's a great start." "Ok, what are two important things you've heard?" "That, uh, you're all not the same and, let's see, that technique doesn't matter." "Not quite," I said. "Technique, or let's say, how you make love to your woman's pussy is important. But, it can't be some out of the box, excuse the pun, technique. You have to be able to read a woman's wants and needs and then react. It's really that simple." "Sounds simple," he said. I could tell he was still confused. "Mary, can I talk about us to help explain." She smiled and nodded. "Mary is a terrifically sexual woman. I'm sure you know that. Not only is she beautiful, but she is openly responsive. She does not try to hide her pleasure. But, there are things that really make her feel good. "I said we have layers and they're important. The outer lips serve one purpose, the inner another and then there's the clit and the vagina. All these parts need stimulation, along with our thighs, bellies and sundry other spots unique on each woman. Yeah, I know we don't make it easy on you guys. "When we are not excited, our outer lips are tight and protect stray things from flying up. Think of it that way for starters. But, when we start to get excited, these lips become engorged with blood, become sensitive, start to open to allow easier access in and lubrication to flow out. As they swell, they become even more tender. So, paying attention to them is a good thing. With Mary I like to kiss her outer lips and nibble on them. She seems to enjoy that." "Mmmm," added Mary. "Inner lips help to hold things in and they can be sensitive. Now, a lot of girls don't care for a lot of attention on them. Some girls are even embarrassed that they hang out. Like I said, there are not two pussys alike. Even if you think thick inner lips hanging out is gross, do not let her know that. "So, things like sucking on them, pulling them or even nibbling are many times more annoying than erotic. But, a good lover can experiment. You will usually know if it feels good for the other person. Sometimes you get a "yeah, that feels good" or you might feel her pushing harder against you. Other times, the girl may be pulling back. Take a hint. "Now the clit. God, if guys only had a slightest inkling about a clit we'd have a lot less war in this world, since the women would never let them out of their grasp. Guys think it's some sort of strange toy and they don't have the directions to it. Jimmy, it is the center of our physical sexuality. All our sexual senses are tied into that tiny bit of flesh. Sure, we may love the feeling of something warm and hard inside us. Yes, we may love the emotion associated with receiving the man and having him move inside. But, the real essence of what makes us experience the pleasure of sex is in our clit. A Complete Education Ch. 03 "We are all happy when the guy can even find it. You can laugh but it is too often that some guy is randomly rubbing or licking down there. It's in a protected place, but you don't need a freakin' map to get to it. And, if you think other parts differ from woman to woman, you ain't seen nothing 'til you get to the clit. "Some women want it touched. Some want it almost touched. Some want it hard, some soft. Some right on top, some prefer it while under the hood. Some want only a tongue, some a finger, some both. Jimmy, you have to move carefully through this minefield and pay attention to every little reaction. Read her right and you'll do right by her clit. Mary loves it when I bite down on her clit a little bit when she is almost ready to cum. She likes two fingers insider her as I make love to her clit. On the other hand, Stella, oops..." Jimmy asked, "Who's Stella?" Mary and I exchanged a glance. "Jimmy, let's leave it at Mary and I know that we each see other people." "Is it someone at school?" he asked. "Hell, the only Stella I know is Ms. Davis, the TA for World History. Wait, you mean you and Ms. Davis...?" "Jimmy," I interrupted, "can we not get into this now? Please! Let's keep our minds on Pussy 101" Jimmy kept nodding. I knew he was trying to make sense of what I had told him about oral sex and figure out if I were involved with Stella Davis. "Wow, Ms. Davis is nuclear hot," he said. "So, the two of you...?" "Maybe he should practice," I said to Mary, changing the subject. "You two can excuse yourselves for a post-lecture lab session." "Well, I was thinking," said Mary, "that you described so beautifully what you do to me that I fear he will just copycat you. I think he should try to figure it out on someone else." I looked at Mary with my mind racing a gazillion miles an hour. "Uh, Mary," I said, "there is no one else here except..." "Exactly," she said grinning from ear to ear. I looked at Jimmy. If there ever was a deer trapped in the headlights, it was Jimmy. "I don't know if I'm a good classroom instructor, Jimmy," I said sliding his hand onto my crotch, "but I am willing to verify it in a lab experiment. Game?" I pulled the blanket down. Jimmy looked at my naked pussy, then at Mary, then at my pussy, then at my face, and once again at my pussy. "I, uh,..." was all he could manage. Mary said, "Jimmy, do it. I want you to." Mary stood and pulled him up. I joined them and we all embraced. "Join us?" I asked. "Not the first time," Mary said. "But, later I can think of a lot of ways to make this really fun." "Can you guys hang here a second," Jimmy asked. "Why?" Mary said. He rubbed his chin and said smiling, "Gotta' shave." Mary and I snuggled in silence until he returned. I lightly rubbed between her legs and knew she was excited about what was to take place between Jimmy and me. I took Jimmy's hand and we went to my bedroom. Jimmy was hard by the time we reached my bed. He pulled me to him. He was warm to the touch and his erection burrowed into my belly. He kissed me and ran his hands over my breasts, exciting my nipples. Easing me back on the bed, he crawled next to me. Slowly, he began kissing his way to my sex. He had a nice touch on my breasts as he briefly paused there. I could feel the moisture beginning to build between my legs. He spread my legs wide, making the large tendons along my inner thighs go tight. He licked along one and I shuddered. Good first step, I thought. Running his fingers through my bush, he brought more blood to the surface. He played with my lips with his fingers for a while, a very pleasant while. Finally, I felt his lips on my outer lips and his warm breath on my pussy. Licking along my lips, he reached the hood of my clit, rubbed and backed off. I moaned with anticipation. He sensed this and ignored it and licked back down the other side of my lips. He sucked bits of my lips in his mouth and I pushed hard against his face. He took the hint and sucked more aggressively. I was flowing heavily. He slipped his hands under my thighs and lifted my legs, pushing them back towards my head. He tried to lick my totally exposed pussy, but had difficulty getting the right angle. "Put a pillow under my butt," I said. He lifted me and slid a pillow under me. With my legs pushed back, he lay flat and began licking from bottom to top along my slit. Very good, I thought. Ooh, very good indeed. He was licking up and down, darting his tongue inside for a quick dip. I moaned to let him know he was on the right track. On a trip back down my slit, his tongue touched the area between my pussy and butt. I yelped. He pulled back, fearing he may have hurt me. I pushed his face back. Again, Jimmy was learning to read my body. He licked that special space again, this time pushing hard with his tongue. No one had really spent much time there before, but I was digging it. He returned to my slit and ended up again in that in between space. This time, his tongue darted to my butt and lightly rimmed my sphincter. I cried out. He started licking there and I squirmed. "God, that's so nasty and feels so good," I thought. My juices were running out of my pussy and down toward my asshole. Jimmy used a finger to rub the wetness around my opening. He pushed the tip of his tongue inside my butt and the flow increased accompanied by a sound I never made before. Next, he slipped a finger in my tight butt. This time I made a weird noise, somewhere between a whimper and a growl. With his finger moving slowing in and out, he pushed his tongue hard against my clit. I pushed hard in return. He released my legs and used his free hand to pull back the hood on my clit. Licking around the base brought a fresh torrent of liquid. He took the clit in his lips. He sucked hard as he pushed his finger up my butt. My first orgasm hit like a thunderbolt and just as unexpectantly. I cried out and used my hands to mash his face against my pussy. He placed his teeth on my clit and pulled back. Slipping two fingers inside my sex, he stroked my inner walls, while keeping his teeth on my clit and his finger in my butt. I lost it and screamed. The orgasm tightened nearly every muscle in my body, causing me to go rigid for several seconds. I screamed again and bucked my pussy hard into his face and simultaneously driving his finger deeper in my butt. Either by skill or chance, his finger in my vagina hit my g-spot. I came in three long spasms. I think I might have squirted a bit because I felt a release flowing over his fingers and onto his face. I begged for mercy, pushing his head from my pussy. He eased off and removed his fingers from both erotic holes. He laid his head on my pubic hair, kissing my pubic bone. My limbs were rubber. I just laid there. "That was a guy?" I thought. "Mercy me. I've created a monster." I closed my eyes and fell asleep. A soft rap on the door woke both of us. Mary stuck her head in, grinning like an idiot. "Safe to enter?" I waved her in and pulled back the covers. She doffed her t-shirt and climbed in naked, keeping Jimmy between us. "I hope it was as good as it sounded," she said. "Oh, yeah," I said. "You can thank me often and lavishly from now on." Mary kissed Jimmy. "How about you, babe?" "For the first time, I actually felt like I was really pleasing a woman. I loved everything about it, but especially the beauty of Anna." He turned to me, "Anna, you are truly beautiful between your legs. That sounds so lame, but it's true. Thank you for allowing me to be there." We kissed and shared our tongues. I had lost even the slightest awkwardness in showing affection for him while Mary was with us. I felt he was ours and we were his. "I heard some pretty wild noises," said Mary. "Anything special I should know." Jimmy and I looked at each other, sharing the thought of how he played with my ass. "What?" urged Mary. "Jimmy licked my asshole and fingered my butt," I said. "Whoa," was Mary's sole reply. After a silence, she added, "And?" "And," I said, "pretty fuckin' awesome." We laughed. "Jimmy, I didn't know you were into that," said Mary. "I'm not sure what 'that' is" replied Jimmy. "I can't say that I'm into it. Just did it. And, so we have full disclosure, I tongued inside her butt." "Why," asked Mary. "I touched Anna there and she reacted. So, I did what she said and tried to read her reactions. Seemed to work out fine in the end." We all got his pun and howled. Calming down, Mary leaned across Jimmy and kissed me. "Ready now?" I knew what she meant. "Ready for what?" Jimmy said. Mary crawled on top of him, slowly moving her body up and down. "Jimmy, I think we have one more step to take, one more door to open." He kissed her. "Do you trust me?" she asked. Without hesitation, he said, "Yes." "Make love to Anna. Make love to me. Do it now." "You mean with my..." Mary smiled, "Yes, babe, I want you to fuck us both. We both want your cock in us." Mary rolled off him, leaving a hard cock straining against the sheet. "I'll get the condoms," said Mary as she hopped off the bed. I softly grabbed his erection. "Jimmy, you do not have to do this. I am so happy at what we have right now. I don't want you to feel pressured. Honest. I am not pressuring you." Looking deep into my eyes, he said, "You want this, right?" I nodded. "Well, let's make it fun." Mary reappeared. Tugging the sheet down, she rolled a condom on him. "Who goes first," she asked. Jimmy said, "Why don't you two get each other wet?" Mary reversed herself and we fit into a 69 position. I felt her tongue and my juices began oozing. I lapped her pussy and tasted her essence. We did this for several minutes and rolled apart. "That was fuckin' awesome," said Jimmy. Mary said, "Time to be inside Anna." He raised himself over me. Although I am big, I felt like a child underneath him. I realized at that moment one of the things I missed by not being with guys—their size. I don't mean their dick size, I mean the power a man brings with him. Jimmy had broad shoulders and a wide back. I felt totally swallowed up by him. For a confirmed feminist and mostly gay person, I can honestly say I felt safe within his arms. I dug the male dominance thing. Weird that I was feeling this. I then felt his prick at my sex. He moved it gently up and down my slit and suddenly his head popped in between my lips. I then remembered the other thing I missed about guys. I sucked in air. It had been a long time since a man was where he was. He slowly moved back and forth, gaining more entry inside me. I turned to look at Mary. She had a hand between her legs while gazing on us. She smiled and blew a kiss. Jimmy pushed all the way in. I welcomed him and wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him hard to me. "Fuck," said Mary, "now I am totally fuckin' jealous of long legs." Jimmy started moving in and out. I mimicked his motions and used my legs to pull him back into me. I was as wet as I was going to be. "Hard now, Jimmy, do it hard." He picked up the tempo and began banging vigorously. His pubis mashed against mine. His large balls were slapping at my ass. I marveled at the feeling of those balls hitting me. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed sex with a man. He was using a twisting motion, filling every part of my inside. I understood what Mary said about how Jimmy's size made contact with her. I was stuffed and I was loving it. Jimmy had a slight upward curve to his erection and he now was raising up as he pulled out, causing his tip to drag along the top of my inside. He fleetingly flicked my g-spot. I know I had a couple mini-orgasms and was building up to a mega-one. He pushed my legs up along side my head, and pounded with a fury. I could hold back no more. I screamed and pushed up with my hips and let go. Wave after wave rocked me and my orgasm washed over me, drowning me in a sea of pleasure. Jimmy eased my legs back down and slowly extracted himself. I felt sorrow as the semi-hard member left me. He bent down and lapped at my pussy, tonguing my clit. I jolted and came one more time. I reached for him and found his not quiet hard erection. "I didn't make you cum?" I said. "Oh, yeah," he said, "most definitely and positively did." "But, it's not soft." "It's got plenty of fuel for a quick turn-around. And, I'm saving some for Mary." I pulled off the condom and took him in my mouth until he was totally hard. I enjoyed the long forgotten taste of his cum and hot flesh. "On your back, Jimmy," Mary ordered. He complied and I rolled on a fresh condom. She positioned her opening over his tip. Slowly, she eased herself down until she rested on his crotch. She looked at me. "Not bad, huh?" "Very, very good," I said. "Kiss me, Anna." I knelt and kissed her. Our lips burned as we covered each other with kisses and tongues. I lay back on my side and watched. Mary began slowly to ride him. She would lift up as high as she could and slide back down. Her legs were not long enough to allow the tip of his dick to escape her lips. She repeated her motions, still moving slowly and deliberately. Jimmy was fondling her breasts, pinching the nipples to deep redness. Mary picked up the pace some, but it was not frantic. "Jimmy, I love your cock in me. It fills me. It fills me." She moved like that until her breath began to catch in her throat. "Doggy me, babe," she croaked. Jimmy lifted and spun her. With her face resting on the bed, he grabbed her hips and started a fast pounding. She grunted with every thrust. He banged even harder, his balls bouncing wildly. I cupped them for a few seconds, marveling at how heavy they felt. "Get my clit, Anna, get my clit." I reached between her legs and took hold of her exposed clit. The entire area was soaking wet as the fluids poured out of her pussy. I gently massaged it as Jimmy picked up the tempo. Mary was now grunting with delight. "Now," she hissed, "Anna, now." I pinched her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger. Jimmy thrust deep into her pussy. Mary cried out, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Her body twitched and she pushed hard back against Jimmy's cock taking every millimeter she could. After another grunt, she collapsed face down on the bed. He pulled out, still hard. I yanked his condom off and took him in my mouth. Mary watched as I sucked the hard organ. Jimmy said he was close. I nodded and cupped his balls and squeezed. Mary rose up and put her mouth next to mine on his shaft. Jimmy cried out and I felt the first burst of warm liquid hit the roof of my mouth. Mary eased me off and took more of his orgasm in her mouth. Together, we licked the rest that ran down his erection, that was slowly going soft. We finished by cleansing each other's mouth with our tongues. We cuddled with Jimmy in the middle, and without saying a word, closed our eyes and let the sleep of sexual fulfillment take us. We woke later and used two more condoms. Not to be too crude, but that morning turned into a fuck-fest that lasted until mid-afternoon. Jimmy was with each of us again, and once trading places rapidly as Mary and I lay side by side. I also was able to show Jimmy what I had previously described concerning eating pussy. After another nap, Jimmy went for a shower. Mary and I snuggled. "So?" she said. "I am very happy, Mary," kissing her between words. "And, very sore." "I think we share that feeling," she said. "What's next," I asked. "Lunch." "You know what I mean, Mary." "Anna, sure I do. But, I am starving and do not want to get in a discussion about where do we go from here. Where I'd like to go is to the kitchen and then back here and we all fuck some more. Then, dinner and more fucking. Let's just keep it simple. Basic needs. Food and fucking." Kissing me, she whispered in my ear, "Love you lots." Before I could respond, she was up and heading out the door. I pulled a blanket around me and followed. It was about 3 in the afternoon. We noshed on peanut butter and celery, Pringles and chocolate chip cookies washed down with beer. "This will hold us until dinner," I said. "I'll do the steaks we bought. We can have them with rice and a salad for supper. I will raid Uncle Edgar's wine cellar for some excellent cabernet. Sound good?" They nodded. "What shall we do till then," said Mary as she ran her hand up and down Jimmy's flaccid penis. "Ladies, I must be in a dream. Making love to two beautiful women is more than a dream come true. But, sadly, I am kinda' screwed out right now. I know after a little more rest, I'll be a horny teenager again." We told him we understood. "So," Jimmy said, "how about we build up a huge fire, get under the blanket and Anna tells us about her first time." I agreed and we quickly cleaned up and had a fire roaring in front of us. "Time for stories," Jimmy said as he replenished our beers. "So, what will it be, Anna," Mary asked, "first pussy or first penis?" I took a long draw on the beer, "How about both?" Jimmy and Mary settled down and waited. "You have to realize that growing up I was a total klutz and sexless. I had a growth spurt in eighth grade, and reached almost six feet. I was skinny, all angles and could barely get my big feet out of my way when I walked." "You're hardly heavy now," offered Jimmy. "Yeah, well think of me about 25 pounds lighter," I said. "Anyway, I loved basketball. So, I began obsessing about it. I wanted to play in high school. I knew the coaches would give me a shot because of my height, but I was so uncoordinated I doubted I would make the team. I had no girl friends and poured all my time into basketball. "I began a super training regimen. I would get up at six and run for an hour. I'd come back and do some strength training with my brother's weights. I'm still in grade school, remember. After school, I'd shoot baskets for hours and finally get home, do my school work and read books on basketball. I was a total nerd for the game. "I even took ballet lessons. The teacher nearly died when he saw me come in. I was about a foot taller than most of the students. He shook his head and told me I could never be a dancer. I told him didn't want to be a dancer, I just didn't want to be a klutz. He took pity on me and taught me about posture, balance and feet positioning. It turned out to be great lessons for basketball. You know, half of the game is being balanced and having your feet in the right places. "So, I was getting better. After busting my ass all summer, freshmen year I made JV and got to sit on the varsity bench. Then I became friends with John and Paul. I knew them from grade school, but never hung out with them. These guys were like joined at the hip. Everyone called them JohnPaul, like one name. There were all kinds of rumors that they were gay, but I didn't care. They were nice to me. They both played varsity as freshmen. John was tall and a forward, Paul was shorter than me and a guard. "I knew I wouldn't get better playing against the girls. I was the tallest on the team and after my summer of intense training was also the strongest. I knew I had to play against guys to get better. There was a three-man tournament and I talked them into letting me play with them. For some crazy reason they agreed. We didn't win, but did kick some butt. After that, the guys would let me into their pick-up games. That went on for freshmen year. Then going into sophomore year, we played a lot of ball together. "They always played shirts and skins. The other guys always suggested I be on the skins team, but JohnPaul never let that go too far. One Saturday we were sitting in John's house after a few hours of pick-up. I really felt like one of the guys and I would usually peel off my t-shirt and use it to dry off, just like they did. I wore a sports bra and figured it was no big deal. A Complete Education Ch. 03 "I asked them why the other guys kept talking about me being on the skins team. They looked at me like I had two heads. I pushed them and finally Paul said, 'Because they want to see your titties.' I dropped my mouth. "You're shitting me. Guys think like that. They want to see my titties? There's hardly anything there." "Anna," said John, "They're not like us. We're your friends. They are just being hound dogs." I shook my head. Weird! "Good thing you guys don't want to see my titties." I saw a look pass between them. "No shit, guys. You want to see my titties?" John said I was pretty and a girl and guys are guys. Now, I never thought of myself as pretty. I wore my hair in a pony tail, had braces, sporadic acne, and my wardrobe consisted of basketball shorts and a t-shirt in warm weather and sweats and a hoodie in the cold. I looked at them and asked again if they thought about seeing my titties. Their silence was all the answer I got. I figured it's no big deal. I hardly had any titties then. I just shrugged and pulled my sports bra over my head. I can still remember sitting on the bed in John's room and the guys staring at my chest. I also remember how hard my nipples got. They were like when it was cold in the locker room after a shower. John said thanks and Paul said they were awesome. I pulled my t-shirt back on and said, 'anytime' Actually, after that it became a little game with us. We'd play, go back to one of our houses and I'd get my top off. They never seemed to tire of looking. Remember, we were only sophomores and it never went beyond them looking at me topless. The next summer it was the same routine. Working out, lifting and playing a ton of games. JohnPaul and I hung out all summer. We were starting to clean up in three-on-three games. Sophomore year I was a regular starter. Junior year, both girls and men went to the state championships. We won and they lost, but we had a great time. Then, the summer between junior and senior year, things changed. We were all now 18 and I guess getting closer to being grown up and farther away from being kids. One day, I was lying back on Paul's bed, topless as usual. My boobs had grown a bit and the guys seemed to enjoy looking at them more and more. Paul was staring at my nipples and blowing on them. I laughed and thought it was totally dumb. Then, and he asked if he could touch them. I thought that was stupid, but said sure. He rubbed them and squeezed them. John did the same. Without asking, Paul took a tit in his mouth and sucked. I felt a bolt go through me. Since I didn't scream, John did the same. They did that for a while. I finally asked if they really liked doing it. They both laughed and said, "Yeah, and we got the wood to prove it." I had no idea what they meant. "Wood?" "Jeez, Anna, you know a hard-on, a boner, an erection." "Erection!" I thought. We learned about them in biology during the sex-ed part. I thought it was gross and boring hearing about eggs and seeds and that stuff. I had zero interest in having anything stuck inside me. But, I did recall about boys getting erections. "So, you guys have erections now?" They both nodded. "Ok, let me see them." "Anna, that might be a little strange," said Paul. "Hey, you've been looking at my titties for years. It's no big deal. Show me." They stood up and pulled down their shorts and then their briefs. I could not believe my eyes. There were these two things sticking up. I saw their balls underneath. I touched their dicks and couldn't believe how hard they were. The guys definitely were enjoying this. John said, "Anna, this is like a guy's most private part. We'd like to see your private part." I thought about it and figured what the hell. I pulled my pants and undies off. John took one look and started squirting. I screamed as the liquid landed on my legs. Paul told me to calm down and explained what just happened. I asked him why he didn't do the same. He told me he needed some help. He took my hand on put it on him and moved it up and down. I may have been inexperienced, but I was a quick learner. I kept stroking him until he exploded. I thought all in all it was pretty cool. After that, it seemed we spent equal time on basketball and sex. We ended up giving each other our cherries. Funny, I never did it alone with either of them. It was always the three of us, but not like the two of them on me. We would like hang out, I'd screw one of them while the other guy watched us or watched TV. I liked it. It was fun. Maybe, not as much fun as basketball, but still fun. And, Mary, yes we always used condoms. Of course, at first I had no freakin' clue what they were. I guess you could say we were fuck-buddies, but we didn't know that then. We never fell in love or anything, but we did enjoy the physical contact. In senior year, they each got girlfriends and our sex life sort of faded away, but we remained best friends. We still text and email all the time and get together on FaceBook. "So, did you ever make it with other guys?" Mary asked. "Yeah, a couple in freshman year in college. Nothing serious, though. I told you about that one basketball player. There were two more. None of them did much for me." "Ok," asked Jimmy, "what about the pussy part?" I took another long pull on my beer. The warmth was cascading through my body and my head was spinning every so slightly. "Ah, my first woman," I said. "Quite a story. Part seduction and part cliché." "We're all ears," Jimmy said. I leaned back on the couch. Mary and Jimmy softly stroked my thighs. His erection moved under the blanket and I let my hand embrace it. "The thing is," I said, "I had no desire to be with a woman. But, let me start at the beginning." After accepting a sports scholarship to our school, I wanted to work on my skills during the summer. I signed up for a two-week b-ball clinic at a camp in western Mass. It was run by an ex-Celtic and had a couple current players involved as well as three woman pro players and a bunch of men and women college players. We had separate cabins for guys and girls. They didn't want the clinic to turn into a screwing festival. Besides, most of us were so tired from the day's workouts and scrimmages that we were too pooped to pop. Each cabin had a college player assigned as our counselor. My cabin's was Murph. I knew her as one of the top players in the Big East. She was taller than I am and about twenty pounds heavier. She was a fabulous player and a pretty good instructor. We often were made to play against each other. She taught me a lot of moves I could use as a forward. About half-way through the session, Murph and I stayed late on one of the lighted courts and worked on moves down low. It was a hot night and we were drenched at the end. We headed straight to the shower to clean up and then were planning to catch up with the others at the cookout on the other side of the lake. The showers were typical camp arrangements—one big open room with showerheads along the walls. We stripped, grabbed our towels and headed in. The room was deserted. We took showers next to each other and started cleaning up. I was complaining about how much I ached. Murph moved behind me and rubbed my shoulders. "Mmm." I said, "that feels great." She moved closer and I felt her breasts press into my back. I tried to think it was nothing. Murph then moved her hands down my back and rubbed my butt. I jerked a little and she said to relax, it would help get rid of the tension. I enjoyed the feeling of her hands on my butt. Next thing, she has her hands around my waist and pulls me back into her. I am a bit freaked, but I also liked how her big breasts moved and slid against my naked back. Slowly she moved her hands up and cupped my breasts. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I did nothing to stop her. The water kept flowing over our bodies pressed together. I could feel her crotch pushing against my ass as her hands continued to massage my breasts. I felt a strange feeling between my legs. Funny, I had screwed JohnPaul a bunch of times. It was nice, but I never had a feeling like what is happening in my pussy. Murph kissed my neck and I shuddered. She pinched my nipples and I screamed. This was not a little "ooh". This was a blood-curdling yell. At the same time, I felt my pussy contract and my knees went weak. I thought I peed in the shower. Murph jumped back when I screamed. I think we both feared someone would come racing in to see who was just murdered. Fortunately, everyone was at the cookout. I turned and looked at Murph. She looked so uncertain. I put my hand against the rough cinder block wall, fearing I was going to faint. I must have turned pale, because she quickly turned off the showers and pulled me to her, supporting me with her arms under mine. She helped back to the locker area and I plopped on a bench. "Put your head between your legs," she said. I did and felt blood coming back into my brain. I lifted my head and looked at her beautiful naked body standing in front of me. "What just happened?" I asked. "Why am I feeling this way?" Murph stroked my cheek and said, "Honey, you came, that's all." I opened my eyes and looked first at Mary and then at Jimmy. "Yes, boys and girls," I said. "That was my first orgasm." "And, let me tell you that orgasm, as magical as it was, could not hold a candle to the one I had later when Murph put her head between my legs. God, if this is lesbian sex, I was thinking, let me be queer for life." Mary and Jimmy hugged me and kissed my cheeks. So, yeah, she and I got it on fairly regularly for the remainder of the camp. I came back home and reality hit. What was I going to do? I was some freak and there was no other girl who was like me. I was driving myself crazy worrying about what happened and, more honestly, if anything like that would ever happen again. JohnPaul knew something was wrong, but I couldn't tell them. I told you I had no close girl friends I could talk to. One day, I was shooting my thousand baskets on the outdoor court and a girl, Tina, from another high school came by and asked if she could shoot. We ended up playing H-O-R-S-E. We had played against each other all through school. I was a better player, but we always respected each other. She was great on defense. She blew me away. I could only manage one letter. Afterwards we were sitting in the shade and she asked what was bugging me. "What makes you think something's wrong?" I said defensively. "Anna, you are All State, MVP in the state championship game and cleaned my butt for four years. Today, you couldn't hit a freaking thing. Something must be up. Guy trouble?" I looked at her and burst into tears. Instinctively she put her arms around me to either console me or make sure I didn't go completely psycho and start strangling her or something. After a few minutes, I was able to gain some control. "Yeah, I know," she said, patting my back. "Guys can be assholes and fuck you up." I don't know what came over me, but I blurted out, "It's not a guy, it's a girl." "Is that all?" she said. She tipped my head up so I was looking at her. "Anna, that is something I can help with." She kissed me. I pulled back. "You're...you're...gay!" "All-American gay," she laughed. "And, I have had a crush on you for four years. I never picked up any gay vibes, though." "I never had any until last week," I cried and exploded into another session of sobbing. My nose was running and I wiped it on my shirt. I'm sure my eyes looked like I rubbed red dye into them. I was shaking all over. In short, I was a mess. Tina looked at me. Kissed me again and said, "Come on. Let me take you home and I'll help you." By home she meant her house; by help she meant bury her tongue so deep in my pussy I thought she was licking my tonsils. Tina was quite good and taught me a lot about pleasing a woman. "Thank you, Tina," said Mary in a small voice. So, the rest of my summer turned out pretty good. Lots of basketball and equal amounts of screwing. "But, you don't play basketball anymore," Jimmy said. "What happened?" "Three concussions at the beginning of my junior year. The docs wouldn't clear me for play. They honored my scholarship and I got into my art." Feeling the stiff organ rubbing my leg, I announced to Mary that the Jimmy we'd come to love was back and seemed to be ready to go. "Let's do it in front of the fire," she said. We spread a blanket and Jimmy lay on his back his condom-covered cock highlighted by the fire. I sat on his dick and Mary on his mouth. After a pleasant few minutes we switched. We went back and forth until Jimmy came hard inside me. Neither one of us came, so we took turns getting the other off as Jimmy watched. We broke and started dinner. It was just your typical three naked people in a kitchen sorta' thing. After dinner, we snuggled in my bed. We were able to coax one more round out of Jimmy. I was feeling selfish and took him by myself. When finished, we all quickly fell into a deep sleep nestled together. Friday night we got two more feet of snow with strong winds. I was again up first and had the coffee brewing. I looked out at the garage and knew we could not shovel our way out. Also, the driveway had drifts up to four feet. I called Uncle Edgar and asked if he could recommend someone to plow. "I know someone," he said. "Let me call and I'll get back to you." A few minutes later, he rang back and told me he worked something out. He directed me to a drawer in the kitchen where I would find a bunch of business cards. He described what I was looking for and said he had to run. Looking in the drawer, I saw a smudged card that read, "Ham and Lear's Garage. Repairs, towing, snow removal." I called and was told the snow removal person was on the road. The guy gave me a cell number for Corky. I called, it range three times and a husky voice cracked, "What?" I explained that we had a lot of snow in our driveway and needed to be plowed out. "You got snow in your driveway?" said the voice, "What a fuckin' surprise." I was taken aback and tempted to hang up. I didn't have anyone else to call so I hung on. "Who are you and where are you?" asked the voice, which now sounded vaguely like a woman. I gave her our address. "Oh, you're Edgar's niece?" she said. "Yeah, he called and asked if I could do you." "Yes, my friends and I are staying..." "Didn't ask for your fuckin' life story," she cut in. "Edgar's a cool dude. I'll do it for him. Besides he offered me a premium. Look, you'll be my last job of the day, since you're the farthest out. I'll be there, but it might be late. Now, did you hear me? I said I'll be there." I was getting a little pissed, but held my tongue. "Yes, I heard you." "Good, 'cause I don't want you callin' me an' askin' when I'm gonna be there. I'll be there when I get there. Ok?" "Ok, sure. Thanks, I appreciate..." "Appreciate me with a tip. Your uncle will cover the rest." "Ok," I said. "Good. Now what's your name?" "Anna." "Ok, Annie, it'll be at least five, maybe later. But I'll be there. Just don't fuckin' call me back or I might not be there. Ok?" "It's Anna," I said, more than a little pissed. "Oh, excuse the shit out of me, Ann-AH," she emphasized. "I'll be there." She clicked off. I then realized I would need to unlock the gate. I called her back. "Holy fuckin' shit," she answered. "What is it about do not call me back did you not get. I've got seven other jobs ahead of you and I can't plow and talk at the same time. I'll be there." "Well, there's a gate at the turnoff," I offered. "Been there before, Ann-AH," she said. "Well, it's locked. So I thought if you called me about ten minutes before you got here, I'd snowshoe down and unlock it." There was a pause. "Sounds good. Can I call you at this number?" He voice seemed to have softened, but just a tad. I told her fine, it was my cell. She clicked off without another word. I explained to Mary and Jimmy who were dying to hear what the other end of the strange conversation must have been. We had the rest of the day to kill time. I guess that's another way of saying we had four or five hours to screw our respective brains out. We lay entangled in my bed after another round of intercourse roulette when my phone chimed. "Hey, I'm just turning off Rt. 30 and should make it to your place in about ten minutes. This fuckin' side road ain't plowed, so might take a bit more. See you at the gate." She rang off before I said a word. Nothing like having to rush to get dressed to kill a post-coital buzz. I pulled on clothes, jacket and hat. Put on my snowshoes and gloves and headed out. It was already dark, so I took a flashlight. I made it to the gate just as lights were coming up the road. I unlocked and pulled the gate, but the snow held it. I could just open it enough to squeeze through. The lights from the big pick-up were in my eyes and I heard a door close. "Gonna' hafta dig it out," said the voice I recognized from the phone. A figure passed in front of the headlights. She crossed to the back of the truck and returned with two snow shovels. She handed me one and she began digging. I undid my snow shoes and joined in. We cleared enough snow to open the gates in about fifteen minutes. She took the shovels and said, "Climb in the cab." She was shorter than I, but appeared broader. I grabbed my snowshoes and put them in the cab and climbed in. She entered from the driver's side. She had on overalls and a battered winter parka. Her heavy boots were caked with snow. She pulled off her black wool cap, exposing a wild shock of almost white blond hair, spiked and going in every direction possible. She ran her fingers through her hair and only made everything even crazier. She looked at me and said, "I'm Corky." The first things I noticed were her eyes. She wore black mascara and eyeliner. Under her eyes, she also had black shadow. Racoon was the immediate thought I had. On her nose, she wore a stud and the skin below her lips, but above her chin had a small silver ball. "Yes," I said, "I'm Anna." We shook hands. Corky pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror. "My make-up's for shit," she said. "Been out since 5 this morning and sweating like a freakin' pig and smell worse 'n one. She stuck her tongue out to wet a finger. I noticed the stud in her tongue. She wiped a smudge from her cheekbone. "This'll take a bit. Got a shitload of snow. Doesn't look like the other stuff was plowed." I told her we made our own tracks. She dropped the plow and started moving snow. It took a half-hour to reach the clearing at the cabin. She made a number of passes and cleaned out a wide area. "Why don't you go on in? I'm just gonna' shovel out in front of the garage doors." "I can help," I offered. "Suit yerself," she said, "price is the same." She pulled her cap on, donned her gloves and jumped out. I followed and grabbed a shovel. We were done in minutes. "Come in, I'll get your money," I said. "Maybe you'd like to use the facilities?" "If that means, I can take a piss," she said, "I'd appreciate it. Been out all day with just this big fuckin' jug of coffee, which I finished off. I already had to squat once in the snow. Ain't much fun with the wind blowing up your pussy." I tried not to imagine it. We knocked the snow from our boots and welcomed the warm blast of heat. Jimmy and Mary were setting the table. We were having hot turkey sandwiches, warmed up stuffing and veggies. I introduced Corky. They tried to hide their shock, but you could see they thought I had brought a serial killer into the cabin. A Complete Education Ch. 03 "Corky's going to use the bathroom," I explained. "Yep," she said, "then I'll come back and chop you up with an ax." She laughed to herself and headed off in the direction I pointed. "Guys," I whispered, "I can't believe you behaved that way." "Well, jeez, Anna," Mary said, "you have to admit she is a little scary looking. And, it is a "she" isn't it?" "Yeah," I answered, "and relax. She's been out plowing all day. Let's cut her some slack." We heard the toilet flush and Corky was back in the kitchen. "Well, I'll be goin'," she said. I told her I'd get her tip. As I was digging out my wallet, she said, "I hate to be a mooch, but you wouldn't have any coffee, would ya? I got a long ride back and could use the caffeine." "It'll only take a sec to make some," I said. "Ah, forget it," she said. "'Sides, I should be getting on the road. I didn't eat all day and the smells here are doin' a job on me." "Well, then," I announced, "you'll just have to stay for supper." The looks on Mary and Jimmy were priceless. "Thanks, really," she said, "but I should roll. I can probably find some coffee back at Coos Corner. I think the Mobile station might be open." "Nonsense," I argued. "Look, we got plenty of food. It's only leftovers, but I think it will be good." "Nah," she said. "Look that's nice of you and all, but I've been out all day. I did fifteen plowing jobs, towed three trucks outta' ditches, fixed a car that lost its fan belt and helped Mrs. Adams haul in some logs for her wood stove. That's all to say, I smell like shit and am not presentable to sit down with you guys." I looked at her. She was tough, but I could also see she was tired. "Corky," I said, "you've saved our asses by plowing us out. Let us return your service by offering a meal. You can shower and clean up. I'm sure we've got some clothes to wear." "Hey, you're payin' me for plowing," she said. "That's our deal. Don't need nothin' else." "Please, Corky," I added. "It would be our pleasure." She laughed hard. "Don't think your friends share that feeling," she said. "They probably do," I said glaring at them as they more or less cowered behind the island. "When they're not behaving like lost children, they're fairly nice." She looked at me, then at Mary and Jimmy and back at me. "As I said, Thanks, but..." "Don't be a shithead, Corky," I said more forcefully than I meant to. "Stay for fucking dinner." "Well, since you finally asked me real nice, I accept." She smiled for the first time. Her whole face changed. Her eyes lit up and the menace seemed to fade. Even Mary and Jimmy noticed the difference. "Great," said Mary. "And we promise not to continue to be idiots." I led Corky down the hall back to the bathroom. "You can take as long as you want," I said. "I'll get you some towels and clothes. She pulled off her parka and I took it. Underneath, she wore bib overalls and a long-sleeve flannel shirt, with a turtleneck underneath. I could detect a strong scent of dried sweat. I was not offended and realized she must be exhausted. Hanging the parka on a hook in the hallway, I grabbed a couple bath towels and a washcloth. Judging from her size, I figured my pants would be too small. I called to Jimmy and he retrieved a clean pair of sweats and a long sleeved white t-shirt. Mary contributed an oversized sweater. I thought offering a bra seemed too intimate. My bikini bottoms might be too small, so Mary gave me a pair of hers. I completed the ensemble with a pair of thick wool socks. I knocked on the bathroom door. "Come in," she called. I opened the door to see Corky standing in front of the sink dressed in boy short bottoms and a t-shirt cropped just below her breasts. She was washing her face and scrubbing off the heavy make-up. "I, uh, have some towels and clothes," I stuttered, still taken aback at what I am seeing. Corky had a strong figure. Her legs were thickly muscled and her shoulders were broad, with thick arms. She was not masculine looking, just really buff. But what really knocked me off balance was the amount of ink she had. Coming out of the back of her panties was a green and black snake. It coiled back and forth across her spine and disappeared underneath the short shirt. I handed her a towel and she dried her face. The make-up was mostly just smeared more around her face. I opened the small utility closet and pulled out a jar of cleansing cream. She smiled and took it. Her front had more ink. The snake reappeared, slithering out of her t-shirt and making a loop around her navel before the beginning of the head was seen crawling under the top of her panties. Where the head stopped, I could not tell and really was hesitant to imagine. Corky turned back to the mirror and rubbed cream onto her eyes. "You're staring," she said. "Sorry," I muttered. "Guess you haven't seen a lot of girls with this much ink," she said. "Uh, yeah, not too many," I replied. Corky let out another throaty laugh, "Fuck, girl, you've never seen anything close to this." I laughed and confessed the truth. "It's quite amazing. Really. I'd love to draw you." She looked at me. "You're an artist or something." "Mostly something," I said, "since I haven't sold anything." She took me off guard when she said, "Oh, it's only selling that makes you an artist?" I reddened. She slipped the knife in so smoothly. "Well, I mean that nobody has like recognized my work, and..." "So, someone has to be recognized before she thinks she's an artist?" Two things struck me. First, Corky's perceptions were right on and cut to the heart of what I was struggling with in my art. Second, her language had shifted. She dropped the crude way she spoke and gone was the heavy New Hampshire accent she used before. There was a lot more to this woman than I first saw. The Goth-like make-up, piercings, language and even the way she dressed gave you an impression that she was strictly one-dimensional. There were a lot of layers here. I was about to find out a few more. She had removed all the make-up. And, throwing water on her face, she turned to me, smiled and said, "Naked me." Her face was shockingly beautiful. The heavy make-up had obscured the intensity of her eyes. At first I thought they were black, but I now saw deep violet. The black lipstick hid the sweet pout of her lips and their delicate shape. Her high cheekbones now blended with the smooth skin to reveal a striking beauty. At first I thought she might be in her thirties, but she looked to be in her late twenties. "You're staring again," she said. "You're beautiful," I replied. "Coming from you, I take that as a deep compliment." I blushed. "That's interesting," she said, "I made you blush." She dried her face and turned back to the mirror for a final inspection. Looking at me in the mirror, she asked, "So, you'd really like to draw me?" I nodded. "Do you have any of your work with you?" I thought of my sketch books. I also thought of the sketches I made of Mary and Jimmy in the Kiss pose. How would they feel about me showing them to Corky? "Some," I replied. "Maybe, I'll take a look and think about it." "I'll take these clothes and wash them for you. You can wear these and everything should be done after dinner." She looked at me and nodded. She said, "Might as well add these." She peeled her shirt off and dropped her bottoms. I gasped at the totality of her naked back. The snake ran along her right butt cheek, but its tail was not visible disappearing between her legs. As it climbed, it had made one last coil that was previously hidden under her shirt. She turned to face me. My heart jumped. The snaked crawled over her shoulder, crossed her chest above her breasts, and slithered between them. It then coiled around her navel, the head finally rested along side her outer sex lips, the forked tongue touching the top of her folds over her clit. The tail of the snake came up along her right thigh and its very tip vanished inside her sex lip. Her breasts were not large, slightly smaller than mine. Each nipple was pierced with a thin silver post. The effect was that the nipples stood out. Maybe it wasn't just the piercing that made them look so rigid and tempting. She kept her bush trimmed to a narrow, pencil-thin strip of white blond. Either she died her pussy or she really was that blond. "Still want to draw me," she asked in a soft voice. "Yes, you look like that girl..." "Don't fuckin' say it," she hissed. "This is a snake and not a fuckin' dragon. I had this ink started long before those stupid books and the movie. I fuckin' hate it when people think I copied that bitch in the books." I smiled and she glared. "What," she spat out. "Touched a nerve?" I offered. She stared at me and then broke into a smile. "Yeah, I might have been a bit defensive." Gone, again, was the harshness of her tone and language. I looked at her and let my eyes roam over her naked frame. At least she didn't accuse me once more of staring, although I could not wrest my eyes from her sex. The snake's head had two brilliant yellow eyes that seemed to stare back. Reluctantly I moved my eyes to her face. She smiled and took a step toward me. She looked down at her crotch. My eyes followed hers. She touched her outer lips where the snake's tail disappeared. She opened her lips, exposing a beautiful pink inside and the tiny final part of the snake's tail tattooed there. "And, yes, it hurt like a motherfucker," she said and laughed. I was frozen in place. "Still wanna' paint the deranged mountain girl, Ann-AH," she purred. I couldn't respond. Taking her hand away, her sex lips closed. "Hey, do you have a razor?" she asked. "I have to do some garden work." She rubbed some stubble. Since I did not notice it before, I knew it must truly be light enough to be almost invisible. I nodded my head and pointed to the shower. She adjusted the water, stepped in, pulled the curtain shut and said, "See ya' at dinner." In a daze, I wandered back to the kitchen. My movements were awkward, knocking over a wine bottle, that was thankfully corked, dropping a handful of silverware and stubbing my toe on the table. "What's up, girl?" asked Mary. I just shook my head and started the laundry while urging my friends to move dinner along. In fifteen minutes Corky joined us. She wore the socks, sweats and t-shirt, but no sweater. Her breasts moved freely under the shirt and the nipples clearly stood out. I thought I could even make out where the piercings were. She had smoothed her blond hair against her scalp. She looked a lot younger and very pretty. "Thanks for the clothes," she said. "Whoever offered the undies, appreciate it, but I just went commando. Didn't look like they'd fit anyway." Jimmy and Mary were still a bit wary, but then Corky started telling us stories from today and other adventures with her towing business. She had a natural knack for story-telling and we were laughing out loud at her descriptions of the local folks and the predicaments she embroiled herself in. The dinner went well, aided by a bottle and half of wine. I asked Jimmy to grab another bottle, but Corky said none for her. "I still have to drive almost an hour," she said. "The roads are shitty, it's dark and I'm fuckin' beat. I shouldna' had wine anyway, but I'm havin' fun with you guys." "Stay," I offered. I'm not sure if it were Jimmy or Mary that kicked my shin. I ignored the pain and the silent warning. "We have open beds upstairs, or you can crash on the couch. Your clothes are still damp anyway. They'll be ready in the morning. Do you have to plow tomorrow?" "Nah," she said, "the snow petered out this afternoon. I got my regulars done. The garage ain't open on Sundays, so I don't have no mechanic stuff to do. But, I can't put you out. I'll be fine." "Really," I said, "you're not putting us out. We have to leave in the morning sometime, so we'll all be up and moving. I'd feel a lot better if you didn't drive tonight." Corky was about to respond when the lights flickered a couple times and went out. "Shit," I cried. "The gennie must be out. I have no clue what to do." The only light in the room came from the fireplace and the few candles. I could see the worried looks on Jimmy and Mary. Corky, however, was calm. "Well, let's take a look," she said. "Ain't much I can't fix or rig up until it can be fixed proper." She and I pulled on jackets and boots. I grabbed a flashlight and we headed to the shed. Once there, Corky took the light and examined the generator, the lines, the tank and anything else in sight. "Everything seems Ok," she said. "Let me pull the fuel line. Sometimes when they sit for a long time, they build up condensation. Mostly it's not a problem, but if there's rust and the rust flakes off, it can clog the line and out she goes. Do you know how to turn off the flow from the tanks?" I nodded and went to the valves and closed them. Corky told me to stay and she took the light. She returned in a couple minutes with a tool box from her truck and a bigger light. With me holding the light, she pulled the fuel line. She ran a thin wire through it and cleaned it. She then cleaned the head that fed the gennie. She reassembled everything and had me turn on the gas. She pushed the battery operated spark and a whoosh told us we were back in business. I could see the lights on in the house through the shed window. "Should hold for a while," she said. "Probably should have Edgar get it replaced." I promised to let him know. On impulse, I kissed her. "Well, well" she said. "I think we're done here." She turned and replaced her tools in the truck and rejoined us in the kitchen. Corky went to the bathroom to clean up. Mary said, "Anna, do you really think it's a good idea to..." "Guys, chill," I said. "She is actually a pretty cool person. If she were some college kid, with the right clothes and talked like us, we'd all be insisting she stay. I know it's fine. Trust me." They looked at each other and then shrugged. "So, I guess the two of us will just have to be satisfied with each other," said Jimmy with an exaggerated sigh. I recalled the pleasure of earlier today and I admitted I would miss what might have been with the three of us tonight. I think we all realized, without speaking about it, that the three of us would not feel comfortable piling into one bedroom with a guest in the house. "I think you'll manage just fine," I said. "I'll be fine, too." Mary looked at me. "You want to fuck her, don't you?" I shook my head no, but my heart was pounding. Did I? Was that kiss a prelude or was it all there is? "Anna, whatever you do is..., well it's really none of anyone's business. Just be careful." Corky returned and we shared another bottle while we all cleaned up. It was about nine and Jimmy and Mary said they were going to bed. Corky and I sat on the couch watching the roaring fire. "Do you like brandy," I asked. "Sure, I guess" she replied. "Don't have many opportunities to try it." I poured two snifters and we sat close to each other. I pulled a fleece blanket up to cover us both. Acting on her request, I pulled out my sketch book. Corky paged through, taking her time, studying each image. She spent a long time on the more refined drawing I was working on of the Kiss. "These are excellent, Anna. You have the magic." I laughed, embarrassed at her appraisal. She looked at me. Her violet eyes reflected the flame as her lips parted slightly. She breathed through her mouth. My mouth was dry. Breaking her stare, she sipped the brandy. "Sorry, I think I'm throwing a wet blanket on some fun you guys had planned for tonight." "What makes you say that?" "I'm neither blind nor stupid. I can see love in this drawing. I also saw how you guys looked at each other." "How's that?" "Like you wanted to rip each other's clothes off and get down and dirty." I chuckled, "Guess we don't hide things so well." "My eyes see, my ears hear, my heart pounds, but my cunt..." I finished the sentence for her, "...but my cunt admits no promise of love for pleasure alone is its master." She looked at me suspiciously. "Is Corky short for something," I asked. "Cordelia." "Holy shit, you're Cordelia. I mean, The Cordelia." "The Cordelia?" "Yeah, Cordelia the poet. Cordelia who's blog, The Granite Word, is my daily drug. Yeah, The Cordelia." "Well, I'm not really a poet." "The hell you aren't. As you can see I've memorized a lot of your work. You cut to the heart. I love your work. Of course, you're a poet." Corky smiled, "But, I've never sold anything." I caught my breath. She laid me open. In an instant, I saw my fears cowering in the open. She was challenging me. I knew she was telling me I was an artist if I made up my mind to be one. I moved in to kiss her. She pulled back, placing a hand on my shoulder and gently preventing me from reaching her. "What?" I asked. "Anna, we just met. I like you. I enjoy talking with you. But, I am not going to have sex with you." "Oh, sorry, I thought after our kiss..." "You kissed me, remember?" "Well, I apologize. I guess I'll go to bed now." Corky laid her hand on my arm. "Stay and talk, Anna." I sat back. To break the silence, I asked about her name. "So, your name is like..." "Yeah, like King Lear's daughter, who can't tell a lie and gets sent to the boonies. She does come back and tries to take care of the loony king. That's me to a T." "Is it a family name?" She looked into the fire and sipped the brandy. "No, it's what it appears to be. A name from Shakespeare. Interested in a story?" I nodded and leaned against the arm of the couch, watching her profile in the dim room. The firelight bounced off her nose stud and made her blond hair seem almost orange. "My Gran is the coolest woman I've ever known. Back in the forties, she was the first in her family to go to college. Went to Plymouth State, which was a teacher's college back then. Got her teaching degree and lined up a job around Boston. During college she would take every opportunity to go to Boston. She loved the museums, the city, the excitement. Couldn't wait to get outta' the North Country. "So, the summer after graduation, she meets some Canuck lumberjack. He was with a crew from Montreal and clearing a shitload of forest for one of the paper mills in Berlin. He didn't speak much English, but my Gran spoke French. Well, she spoke Parisian French and he spoke Quebec French. But, she could communicate with him. Met him at the local diner where she was waitressing to earn money to help get established in Boston. "So, la-di-dah, and soon they are in the cab of his pick-up truck with her legs pressed against the window. She said it was her first time ever and she knows it was stupid. But, she was young, wanted to take on all the world had to offer, and he was a handsome guy. "So, a month later he's back in Canada with his wife and Gran is knocked-up. She didn't even consider an abortion, remember this a long time ago. After the shock to her parents, she decided to have the babies, yeah, twins. "She had them and decided to name them after her favorite Shakespeare plays. So, I had Uncle Hamlet and Papa Lear. That's where Ham and Lear's got its name. "Gran never married and started teaching at the local high school. Just because she didn't marry didn't mean my ol' granny gave up on sex. She had two long term relationships. One was with the husband of the town's grocer and the other was the wife of the mayor. She didn't try to hide a thing. Both spouses knew about the relationship with Gran, but never made a fuss. Gran said she'd keep Monday, Wednesday and Friday open for her woman lover and Tuesday and Thursday for her man. Weekends were her own. A Complete Education Ch. 03 "So Gran raised the boys on her own. Had her little house in town. She taught English, History, Civics and Economics. Her students adored her. The folks in town just accepted her peculiar ways of living and went about their own business. "Ham and Lear barely made it through high school. Gran said it was the result of the genes of that "hairy Canuck". Anyway, she made sure they could read, write do some math and think for themselves. They both enjoyed books and when my Ma got pregnant, dad decided to continue the family tradition. Me and my sisters all got our names from his namesake play. "My oldest sister, Goneril, had it the hardest, since it sounded a lot like a sex disease. She tried calling herself, Eril, but the kids called her Clap. She kinda' turned into a slut. Ended up od'ing a couple years ago. Regan is two years older than me. She called herself Reggie and really had no problems. "I got Corky from Reggie. She couldn't pronounce Cordelia and it sounded like Corky. I got some shit, usually at the beginning of school when the homeroom teach would call the roll. Once some wiseass kid started making fun of my name in the third grade. I got pissed and asked him if he ever got nose bleeds. He laughed and said no. I punched him in the nose and blood was freakin' everywhere. I laughed and said, "Now you do." "My Uncle Ham could fix anything. He just sorta' knew how a machine worked and could take it apart and see what needed fixin'. I'm like him and can repair most things. My dad was better at business, working out how to run a garage. I picked those skills up from him. Ham died a while ago and I bought his share. Last year my dad retired and I bought him out. I pay him every month, so it's like a retirement for him Corky finished her story. She fixed her gaze on me. "So, what made you kiss me before?" This abrupt shift caught me off-guard. "Well, I was really excited that you fixed the generator. And, I guess, I wanted to do it." "You thought I was gay? Or, that I'd want you to kiss me?" "I never thought it out. Sorry, if I offended you." "It's not that. I get ticked that because people think I'm gay because of the way I dress, my body choices and my job as a grease monkey." I felt like shit. "Corky, I apologize. I never meant to imply anything. I just reacted. It's been a couple days of pretty intense sex here and I guess my sex drive was on warp speed. I didn't necessarily think you are gay, I maybe was hoping you would enjoy a kiss." "And, what," she said. "Like we rip each other's clothes off and fuck in the shed? Really, I just met you." I felt even more like shit. "Corky, you're right. I might have assumed that you were a bit wild and maybe into some random sex. I usually don't go that way myself, but I am attracted to you. I find you really interesting and very, very sexy. Also, you are pretty." "Anna, you're nice. I like you. You also are extremely pretty. But, I am like having no sex. I have been celibate for almost two years. I don't think I owe you any explanation about my own sexuality. The only thing I will say is that we are not going to have sex tonight. If that's why you asked me to stay, then I'll get the fuck outta' here." "No, stay. I'm sorry. I was confused. You know, you did show me your body and especially where the tail of the snake was." "First, you walked in on my. You coulda' left. Second, I knew you were curious and I have no hang-ups about my body. If it were Jimmy and he was interested, I'da shown him. And, you were asking me to pose for you. So, like I didn't think it was a sign that we would have sex." I silently nodded. Maybe I was becoming addled by too much sex. "Will you consider posing for me?" "Well, we won't have time," she said. "Maybe you could come down to my school. You could stay over and I could have you for a day. Shit, I didn't mean it in any sexual way." "Cool, I get you. But, Anna, can you imagine me on a college campus. They'd have fuckin' security on my ass in two minutes." "No, it would be fine..." "Anna, wake up. It's fine here in this cozy little cabin in the woods. But, seriously, you would feel really uncomfortable around your friends if they saw you with me." "I don't think..." "Bullshit. It would be a fuckin' disaster and I wouldn't want to put you or me through it." I looked at her, the toughness seemed to have vanished from her face and I could see a vulnerable young woman. It made me want her even more. "At least think about it," I said. "Can I reach you on your cell phone?" "Not much point in it," she said. "But yeah call me. You can email, too. It's corky@handl.com. She said she wanted to go to bed and felt the couch would be fine. I said goodnight, looking into her violet eyes. She grinned and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Goodnight, pretty Anna. I hope you can keep your dream world alive a bit longer." I put my hand on her cheek and said goodnight. When I got up the next morning, she was gone. The clothes were piled up with a note. A, Thanks for everything. Enjoyed meeting you. Give me a call. Check out my blog in a couple days and see if you recognize anyone in a new poem. Corky PS You are beautiful After we had breakfast, we cleaned the cabin, packed and were on the road back to school. We all seemed quiet on the trip back. I suppose we each were thinking about what happened between us and what lie ahead. I was also thinking about Corky. Was she right that we were two people from different worlds that could never join together? I asked myself if I would ever call her. More importantly, would she even answer? I also thought about what would happen next with me, Mary and Jimmy. Or, what would happen with Mary, Jimmy and Peter? Or, what would happen between Stella and me? Then, I thought about adding Corky to this crazy mix. Shit, sex can really fuck things up. (Time for a break. I appreciate all the comments I've received and the emails. Lots of you have asked what happened to Peter and his two cousins. So, maybe we should step back in time a couple days and let Peter tell us about their long weekend in Rhode Island. Thanks for sticking with the story. I hope you enjoy the next lesson in our friends' education. As always, I love to hear from readers in the comment section or a private message. And, if you liked this chapter, give it a vote.) A Complete Education Ch.03 "Now, tonight you're going to tell your mother how you didn't hear about our relationship from me. You're going to tell her how you saw her and I." She said, picking her panties up of the floor and taking them to her desk, tucking them into her purse. "Uh huh," I said, not really comprehending it. "Do it, pervert." "Okay," I said, as she walked to the door. "You slut." She turned and sneered. She owned me now, as she said. But somehow, I owned her, too. I didn't go to class for the rest of the day. I went to the bleachers above the pool, a quiet little alcove where I could think. Sometimes I went there when I needed a nap in the middle of the day. I had lost my virginity. A monumentous moment. But something kept tugging at me. There was something else in what had happened today that I was supposed to learn from. I had been shocked by how foul-mouthed Ms Magunderson was. Of course, she talked dirty, when she and my mother had fucked. But this was different. This was filthy. And in some ways, it was a form of dominance. I understood that. But it wasn't just her dominating me. As I replayed the words in my mind, it seemed like she had been degrading me in just the right way to get a rise out of me, get me to fight back, and ultimately dominate her. Yesterday. The fight with my mother. It was the same thing, but intensely wordless. The way my mother had wrestled with me. She wasn't trying to hurt me or hold me down. I replayed the language of our bodies in my mind, just as I had replayed Magunderson's filthy dialogue, and found the same pattern. It wasn't conscious on her part, at least I was pretty certain it wasn't. But she had wanted me on top. She had wanted me forcing myself down ontop of her. Incredible. In that context, the kiss this morning meant so much more. I tried to tell myself that my mother did not want me sexually. But my instinct, my reason, they all agreed. Frustrated with my own thoughts, I left the bleachers. "Dude, wait up!" As I walked toward the bus stop, I turned and saw Vernon. "Dude, I was talking with Oscar. He says he totally saw you frenching your woman. Is that true?" I shrugged. "Oh my god, you frenched your mother? That's fucking sick, man!" "I didn't French her. I told her what happened, how you had this stupid idea, and she agreed to go along with it. But there was no frenching. And we just did it because Oscar was right there. Anyway, it was your plan." "Oh, whatever, man. It's fine though. If my mom looked like yours, I'd do whatever I could to get in her panties." "Yeah, fuck off." "But hey, the plan's working, just like I said it would. Morag was asking where you were today. She seemed concerned, and Hannah says that Morag told her that the two of you made out last night." "Yeah, that's true." I said, relieved to have the conversation away from my mother. "Wow, that's great." "Yeah, it was good." "She told me that if I found you, I should tell you to come over tonight." "Yeah, I'm a little tired." "Dude, don't turn down an invitation like that. They take it personally." I nodded. After the tension of the day, it would be nice to lie down with Morag, fall asleep against her soft curves. I bought some flowers and went to Morag's apartment. Chelsea rung me in, but Morag greeted me at the door. "Hey, that's thoughtful." "Yeah, well I was thinking about you all day." "I was thinking about you, too. How come you weren't there at lunch?" "I had a paper I was late on." "Oh, okay. Oscar said it was because you had a nooner scheduled with your older woman." I laughed meekly. "Nothing like that, no." "Hey Sean," Chelsea passed by in the hallway, and gave me a little wave. I waved back, watching her body, lean but for her pregnant belly. "I'm going to put these in some water. You want to go wait for me in my room?" "Okay," I said. I went to her room and waited, looking at the family photographs and some landscape sketches that she had drawn. I was still looking at them when the door clicked shut behind me. "Did you bring the condoms?" "Oh shit," I swore. It completely slipped my mind, with everything else that had gone on. "I hope you don't think I'm a prude. It's just that with everything that happened with Chelsea, I feel I need to be cautious." "No, I understand." "I started taking the pill, but it'll be a few weeks before it kicks in. Once it does, I'm fine with not using a condom." I nodded, then pulled her close to me, kissing her on the lips. My hands went to the fastenings of her jeans, as she unbuckled my belt. We undressed hastily, urgent to feel each other's naked body, until at last we fell down onto the bed, naked and intertwined. I felt confident from earlier today. I felt like I knew something about women. At least I was no longer a virgin. "Roll over," I instructed, raising my body off of hers. She rolled onto her stomach, and I straddled her, then reached across to where I had found the oil the night before last. I began massaging her back, starting with her shoulders and her neck, slowly working down along her spine. I slid off of her and sat beside her as I massaged her feet and her legs, one at a time, eventually working my way up her thighs to her ass. She purred as I massaged the cheeks of her ass. "You like that, don't you?" "Mmhmm." I slipped a finger down along her crack, and she gasped. "You like that, too." "It's a little shocking," she said, as I caressed the rim of her asshole. "But you like it." "Yeah." I slipped my other hand around her stomach and down to her clit, and began softly stimulating it. "I like that, too." I slipped my fingertip into her asshole. "Oh, you shouldn't do that." "Why not?" "It's dirty." I slipped my finger in a bit further. "Does it hurt?" "No." "Does it feel good?" "Yes." I slipped my finger in and out smoothly. "I have a hedonist philosophy. If it feels good—" "But—" "But what?" "Okay," she said. "I've just never let anyone do that before. Play with my asshole, that is." She writhed beneath me, but I kept my hands on her, attempting to stimulate and reassure her at the same time. "Are you going to put your cock in there?" "Do you want me to?" I asked. I hadn't thought that far ahead, but if she was willing to let me. "I don't know. In some cultures, anal sex is used as an acceptable form of premarital sex." "What cultures are those?" "I don't know. Maybe Polynesian or Micronesian. And they do it in Lady Chatterley's Lover." "Yeah," I said. "I'm reading it right now. Have you read it?" "No. But I've heard it has anal sex." She reached across and grabbed the book from her bedside table, and then her reading glasses. She flicked on the light, and as I massaged her asshole, she read to me. "All the while he spoke he exquisitely stroked the rounded tail, till it seemed as if a slippery sort of fire came from it into his hands. And his finger-tips touched the two secret openings to her body, time after time, with a soft little brush of fire." She tried to keep her voice steady, as she read. But with every stroke of my finger, her voice trembled. I climbed up on my haunches, and she stopped reading in anticipation, as I lay my cock along her ass and spread her ass cheeks wide. "I still can't believe that I'm letting you do this," she moaned. I rubbed my cock down with oil, and then slipped it against her asshole. "Don't clench your ass," I said, finding her resisting me. "Keep reading." "She sat on his thighs, her head against his breast, and her ivory-gleaming legs loosely apart, the fire glowing unequally upon them. Sitting with his head dropped, he looked at—ah!" She gasped here as I entered her, slipping in just a couple inches. "He looked at the folds of her body in the fire-glow, and at the fleece of soft brown hair that hung down to a point between her open thighs. He reached to the table behind, and took up her bunch of flowers, still so wet that drops of rain fell on to her." As she continued to read her voice distracted, barely holding together, I slipped slowly out of her, and deeper inside her. Never all the way out of her, as I was afraid that if I did so, her ass would seal up and not let me in again. But it let me in deeper, until I was pressed entirely in upon her. "There was silence. He leaned and put another piece of wood on the fire. The flame glowed on his silent, abstracted face. She waited, but he said nothing." She closed the book. "How does it feel?" I asked. "It's good." "Did you read it, and wonder what it would be like?" "I did. How does it feel for you?" "I can feel every little movement of your body through my cock. It's like it's completely wrapped in your muscles." "Mmmm," she moaned, and squeezed me. "God, Morag!" "You like that?" she squeezed again. "Oh, it's so intense." "Don't move then. Let me make you cum like this." So I stayed frozen above her, tensed and penetrating her asshole. And she, beneath me, did not move, either, except for her gently flexing ass. "I can feel you getting bigger, harder," she whispered. "I can feel you... oh!" I surged into her, my cock pulling me behind it, down inside her asshole. Morag screamed out, so loud that the roommate could not possibly avoid hearing. "Oh, your cum!" I started to pull out. "No, stay inside me a while." So I lay upon her back, my cock still lodged inside her, it not flaccid but not completely erect, but still feeling every movement of her body. We fell asleep like that, and I slept a deep, heavy sleep, although I was awoken in the middle of the night by a knock on the door, and Morag stirring beneath me. I heard her and Chelsea whispering, and I fell asleep and awoke again and Morag was still gone from the bedroom, I got up, and followed the light in the hall, candle light, faint as before, to Chelsea's room. The door was open, and had I not already had the most ridiculous and surprising day of my life, the site before me would have shocked me. But as I already kissed my mother, fucked my teacher, and sodomized my girlfriend, the sight of Chelsea resting her head in Chelsea's lap, gently sucking at one of Morag's enormous nipples was not the least bit shocking. Nor did Chelsea seemed shocked by my appearance in the door. "Hey Sean. They get heavy. Sometimes painfully heavy. And I need to have them emptied." Morag sat up on the bed, and motioned for me to come join them. They were too beautiful to resist, Morag with her natural voluptuousness, and Chelsea with the voluptuousness of motherhood. I went to them, and Morag kissed me, her mouth tasting of milk. She took my head in my hands and turned my face to Chelsea, who kissed me in turn, her tongue circling my lips to taste her own milk. Then I dropped my lips down to her breast, and she cradled my head in her arms, as I took her breast it my mouth, and gently sucked. My mouth gradually filled with a delicious, warm milk, and I swallowed it down, continuing to suck. Morag lay her head in Chelsea's lap beside mine, and continued to suck the other nipple. It was strangely wholesome. It's not as though it wasn't sexual—I was incredibly aroused, and I'm sure the girls didn't fail to notice my erection. Maybe it was the utilitarian nature of the act—that it was something that physically had to be done—but there was no struggle for power. There was nobody forcing themselves on anyone, and nobody forcing another onto themselves. Morag and Chelsea would start giggling sometimes, and I'd smile, though I'm not one for giggling. We fell asleep, and later, awoke, our bodies having knotted around each other in the night. The girls seemed completely content with what had happened, obviously having done this before. "You're not weirded out by it?" Morag asked. "I really enjoyed it," I said, truthfully. "Chelsea's amazing," Morag said, looking straight at her friend as she said it. "I mean, I'm amazed at the things that she's gone through, her strength. I mean, going through this more or less alone, and I'm just glad I can be there for her." The two friends exchanged a warm smile, and I was so happy just to be there with them at that moment; truthfully, the happiest I had been in months, possibly even years.